Ropes
of cold hung like a frigid shroud, threatening to disband into bitter lengths
of ice. Time was still, in the wake of such oppressive silence. Nothing
would change in such a moment; only the unearthly quiet remained, dragging
behind a soul's dark night. The long shape curled up on the sofa
sighed softly and shifted, trying to keep warm. Another glance at the clock
showed that time was moving in an alternate realm, so long had it been.
Languidly tired but worried. Wasn't the same as Tokyo. So different and
yet still the same. Loss hung heavy. And so he continued to wait, shivering
slightly in the cold, black room. At length, a click sounded, followed
by the heavy drag of the door scraping thickly against the plush carpet.
A blond figure entered, cast impossibly tall in the murky shadows. Faint
wave of cigarette and the coppery scent of blood strolled into the room.
End of a mission. The door closed behind him with a faint snap. The
dark shadow on the sofa rose and padded on cold, bare feet towards the
older boy, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"How's the mission?" he
mumbled, eyelids heavy.
"You're still up?" the tall,
blond asked, locking the door behind him.
"I was worried about you."
Ken blinked rapidly up at Yohji, trying to clear his bleary sight.
"You okay?"
A soft laugh. "Everything's
fine Kenken. Aya and I got our target and the disk without a hitch."
The soccer player smiled
sleepily. "That's good." He brushed his bangs from his eyes and peered
up at the older boy. "You didn't get hurt, did you?"
A casual shrug as he peeled
off his long coat. "Arm's cut. A few bruises. I've had worse." He tossed
the bloodied garment onto the couch.
Ken studied Yohji's arm,
trying to distinguish what was blood and what was Yohji's shirt. Everything
was just so dark. "I can't see anything," he muttered, squeezing his eyes
shut for a moment, trying to clear his vision. He opened them to see Yohji
watching him, a slight smirk on his face. He blushed. "Let's go to the
bathroom. I'll clean your arm for you in there."
The older boy shook his
head. "You're tired. Why don't you go to bed? It's late. I can take care
of this myself."
Ken looked up at his roommate.
It had been four months since they had defeated Schwartz and left Tokyo.
Four months since they'd started over again in Kyoto. Things had progressed
relatively well but everything they had lost was latent. Hidden under the
surface, still threatening to spill. And it was too much, especially for
Yohji. Finally coming to terms with Asuka's death only to find her again.
Her inevitable betrayal and death. Death by his *own* hand. Even now, Yohji's
stark screams as he strangled Noi haunted him. Ken couldn't even begin
to imagine what Yohji had gone through, what he was still going through.
All he knew was that he had to help him. He wanted Yohji to talk to him,
to open up. It was odd but he'd grown very protective of the older boy
over the past four months. Yohji was vulnerable beneath that careless facade.
The guilt and hatred he must have felt for himself would kill him. And
that was something Ken wasn't going to stand by and watch happen. Every
night he could hear Yohji's nightmares, hear his strangled cries. And in
those long, silent moments after, Ken wanted nothing more than to go and
comfort him. But the last thing he wanted was to force Yohji to do anything,
to say something
he'd regret later. When
it came to his feelings, Yohji was as silent as Aya. So he waited, doing
his best to take care of his friend, his team mate who wanted no help,
who wanted to live behind a devil-may-care attitude, guilt and harsh reproach
boiling beneath the surface.
Grinning widely, to show
that he wasn't sleepy in the least, even though he clearly was, Ken
announced, "I'm not tired
at all."
Yohji raised an eyebrow.
"Could have fooled me Kenken," he drawled out dryly.
Ken glared at him. "I'm
offering to help you, okay? Just come on. Otherwise you'll bleed all over
the carpet." He didn't wait for Yohji to reply, instead he grabbed Yohji
by his uninjured arm and hauled him towards the bathroom.
"Why are you acting like
my mother?" the older boy demanded, allowing the soccer player to drag
him along. "You've been acting weird these days."
"I have not," Ken replied
defensively. "I was just worried, that's all. I can worry about you, can't
I? Or do I need your lofty permission to do that?"
Yohji chuckled. "You're
in love with me, aren't you Kenken? Really, I'm flattered."
His hand slipped from the
older boy's and he promptly stumbled over the frayed bottoms of his grey
and blue plaid pajama bottoms. He would have fallen straight into the bathroom,
had not Yohji grabbed his arm and hauled him upright.
"In love with you?" he sputtered,
blood rushing straight to face, as he jerked out of Yohji's grasp. "Are
you crazy? How much blood did you lose anyways?"
Yohji winked at him as he
strolled into the bathroom. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone loves
me. Why should women only get to hog the great Kudou Yohji? I don't mind
you. You're cute."
Ken stared at him, bewildered.
Yohji thought he was *cute*? He'd never seen this particular side of Yohji
before. Sure the blond teased him, but it was usually about women and being
clumsy. Not about being *in love* with him. And Yohji'd certainly never
expressed any desire in men. Why the very idea was absurd beyond belief.
Everyone knew that Yohji was a playboy. He loved women. And women loved
him. There was no room for men...was there?
Yohji's throaty chuckle
forced him from the hazy thought process he'd been indulging in. "Don't
think too hard Ken. You might split your head open or something." Long
fingers casually flipped open the lights. Bright lights engulfed them.
Ken yelled and covered his
eyes, Yohji's odd teasing forgotten. "What'd ya do that for?!!" he
squawked, outraged. "I'm
blinded!"
His voice was exaggeratedly
exasperated. "First you complained that you couldn't see. So I
turned on the lights. Now
you're still complaining that you can't see. Is there no pleasing you
today Kenken?"
The soccer player's calloused
fingers parted and he peeked through them at the other boy. "I didn't know
you wanted to please me Yohji."
Ken's tone had been joking.
He'd only meant to match Yohji's teasing mood, uttering a simple remark
that really meant nothing at all. Certainly nothing so significant that
could have induced those lazy, cat green eyes to lock with his own. Static
electricity seemed to crackle as Yohji's smoldering gaze pinned him to
the spot. His hands fell limply to his sides.
"Do you want me to please
you Ken?" Yohji invited, huskily. Lithely, the blond pushed his long body
away from the edge of the sink and languorously stalked towards him, his
every movement fluid and cat-like. Jade eyes flashed sensuously as his
gaze roamed up and down Ken's form. Ken's mouth was dry, his mind
blank. The supply of air to his lungs seemed to be rapidly depleting. Somewhere
inside his scrambled reason, he registered that he was backing away from
his rapidly advancing teammate.
"What are you..." he choked,
swallowing painfully. What the *fuck* was wrong with Yohji? The older boy
was very close now. The smell of cigarettes and lime and blood and Yohji
washed over him. The look in Yohji's eyes was pure, predatory lust. And
Ken didn't understand it one bit. He'd never seen Yohji stalk a girl like
this, had never seen him even *look* at a girl like he was looking at him.
Yohji was charming and flirtatious and sweet. In just wasn't his style
to stalk. Especially not with a team member and a boy at that. So what
was this new side of Yohji that he was seeing for the first time today?
Ken promptly bumped into the wall. He was cornered. A sudden sense
of desperation came over him. He hated nothing more than not having a firm
grasp of a situation and Yohji was doing a damn good job of unnerving him.
"What are you doing Yohji?" he demanded anxiously. "Is this some kind of
joke? Because I don't find it funny one bit."
Yohji paused in his tracks,
standing only about a foot away. He could have touched him if he wanted
to. And then, inexplicably those lush lips slid into a leer. "I thought
you wanted to heal me Kenken. Don't tell me you're not concerned anymore."
Ken gaped at him. "I am
worried about you," he responded slowly, eyes wide. "You must have lost
more blood than you've let on. I think I'll take you to the hospital or
something."
The distance between them
was breached as Yohji pressed the full length of his long body against
his. The soccer player gasped at the feel of hard muscles, turning his
head away from those green, smoky eyes. The older boy's breath was soft,
lightly titillating his ear. "Yes Ken, please do take me." If Ken hadn't
been certain of Yohji's intentions before, the seductive tone and words
and the lanky body pressed against him could leave *no* doubt in his mind
now. They were oozing with blatant carnality, matching the lust in Yohji's
indolent green eyes.
"Nothing to say now?" Yohji
whispered quietly, blowing seductively into his ear. Long fingers slid
up the rumpled front of his pajama shirt with agonizing deliberation. Something
wet and hot slipped out and caught his earlobe.
Ken whimpered. "Why are
you doing this?" he managed to get out as Yohji's hands caressed his chest.
What could Yohji possible be thinking? Why was he frozen in place, unable
to move as the older boy touched him? He'd never felt this way before.
He wasn't indecisive; he always knew whatto do and maintained confidence
that whatever he'd decide would be the right decision. But now...this had
to be wrong. It was Yohji was all people! Yohji sucking and licking on
his ear and Yohji caressing his chest and...Ken gulped as Yohji began to
move his wandering hands from his chest down towards his abdomen. This
had to stop, this was absolutely insane. Yohji was feeling him up in the
middle of their fucking bathroom!
"Stop it!" he bit out, shoving
at the older boy. "This isn't right, dammit!" In response, full lips began
to suck harder at his neck, skillful fingers moving along the edge of his
pajama pants. "Let go of me you stupid shithead!!!" His hands pushed at
Yohji's strong arms and they connected with something wet and sticky. "Your
arm is still bleeding!"
Yohji sighed and reluctantly
pulled away. "Just when things were getting good."
Ken stared at him, his breathing
heavy and sporadic. "Just when things were getting good?!!! You hentai!
Nothing is gonna get good! What do you think I am? Another girl-slut of
yours? I'm a boy! You don't like boys remember?"
"No I don't," Yohji agreed
good naturedly. "But I do like you." With great deliberation, his slid
indolent, jade eyes over Ken's body, taking in the rumpled pajamas, the
heaving chest, the wide eyes, the flushed cheeks and the messy hair. He
leered licentiously. "I like every delicious inch of you."
Ken did the only thing he
could think of under such trying and eerie circumstances. He fled.
Yohji yanked open the window,
letting the cool night air wash over his bare, burning chest. The cold
shower he'd indulged in hadn't helped at all. He still wanted Ken and he
wanted him bad. Four months of roaring lust for the boy were really taking
the toll. He absolutely ached for the younger boy, wanting nothing more
than to head into the next room and fuck the hell out of him. Of
course it hadn't always been like this. Moving from Tokyo to Kyoto, he
found himself sharing an apartment with the brunette. At first living with
Ken was normal, good, great even. Ken was Ken. The cheerful soccer player
was someone who understood Yohji and he got along just fine with
him. Unlike Aya, Ken knew
when to push and when to back off. He respected his personal space, something
Yohji guarded jealously. And for the first two weeks, everything had been
fine. Until some stupid customer left behind a shopping bag containing
a bottle of raspberry and lime shampoo, which Ken quickly claimed as his
own. That's when he came to view Ken as pure sexuality and a potential
lover rather than a mere teammate. Yohji was, in reality, not anywhere
near as licentious as his reputation would have him. His lewd reputation
allowed him some semblance of privacy and he welcomed it. However, as much
as he loved women, he had learned that male sex was just as fulfilling
as sex with a women and as such, he'd long since come to regard gender
as unimportant. He'd always preferred aggressive women so naturally the
aggressiveness between two men was excitingly alluring. And then came that
significant day when he'd walked past the bathroom. For one tiny, heart-wrenching
moment, as the scent of the familiar shampoo drifted from the bathroom,
he'd thought that Asuka was alive. The tangy aroma of her favorite shampoo
enveloped him, bringing him back to those days where they lived together
as lovers and partners and soul mates. He wasn't alone and her death was
a dream. A dream that shattered the instant he'd heard Ken singing the
latest Gackt single. He'd been frozen in place, unable to move, even when
the
dripping soccer player stepped
out of the bathroom, engulfed in steam and the fragrance of raspberry and
lime shampoo. In that instance, his very relationship with Ken crumbled.
Nothing would ever be the same again. Raspberry and lime shampoo was *such*
a fucking aphrodisiac.
Yohji swore as he fumbled
for a cigarette. That image of Ken wearing nothing but a small towel riding
low on his hips with water dripping down that sleek, lightly toned chest,
was one that was *etched* in his mind. How many times had he dreamed of
taking Ken right than and there, against the hard tiles of the bathroom
walls, surrounded by steam and Ken's sweaty body? It was,what he wryly
referred to, as his Bathroom Dream, the most common and the most erotic
of all his Ken dreams. And shit, he had a *lot* of Ken dreams.
He blew a cloud of smoke
out the window, watching it dissipate into the black night. "If you only
knew what you do to me," he muttered. The boy was so fucking naive. He
had no clue of the pure sexuality he radiated. Then again, his innocence
was one of the things that were so attractive. Oh he knew things, he wasn't
completely as guileless as Omi but he was inexperienced enough to make
someone want to come along and teach him things. Carnal things. And Yohji
was determined to be that someone.
Of course, in his mind he
was planning to go slow and seduce Ken thoroughly. But in reality, it was
too much. He'd been able to keep his passion quiet but tonight it had spilled
out. Ken unconsciously flirting with him, looking so cute as he tried to
remain awake and focused. He really was sexy in those wrinkled plaid pajamas,
his hair all crumpled from his sleep. He only had so much self-control
and fuck, he'd waited for four months hadn't he? Kudou Yohji was *not*
made for celibacy.
And then there was Ken's
recent maternal shroud. Ken had always been the hen of the group, fussing
over this and that. He was the one who made sure that they all ate properly,
that they were all healthy, that Omi did well in school, that Aya smiled
*sometimes*, that he didn't smoke too much. It was rather endearing and
they'd all gotten used to it. But ever since they'd moved from Tokyo, Ken's
concerns had tripled. Yohji wouldn't have minded it so much except that
he seemed to worry only about him. He barely ever said anything to Aya
and Omi. These days Ken cooked for him and stayed up to wait for him and
annoyingly protected him when they had missions together. Hell, Ken even
cleaned the bloodstains from his clothing. Ken no longer ranted when he
was late for work nor did he make jokes and lecture him on his night life.
He was very careful with his words around Yohji, no longer blurting anything
and everything out. He treated him like some dainty object who would break
at any moment.
Well it looked like he was
going to have to show Ken just how strong he was. His lips curved into
a smirk. "You're mine Kenken," he proclaimed, flicking his cigarette out
the window. He resolved to have Ken in his bed by tomorrow night. Things
were looking good.
**********
"Where's Ken?" Yohji demanded,
strolling into the shop a good twenty minutes late the next morning.
"If you were here on time,
then you'd know," Aya snapped coldly from behind a row of potted ferns.
He ignored the redhead as
he stopped beside the table where Omi was occupied with making a magnolia
arrangement. "Omi?"
Omi smiled cheerfully up
at him. "He left for the supply shop just a few minutes ago."
He nodded curtly to the
blond boy and headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Aya
demanded scowling at him.
He smirked as the shoved
the door open. "To help Ken."
The feel of warm sunshine
felt wonderful on his skin. Today was going to be a great day and why shouldn't
it? After four agonizing months, Ken would finally be his. Shit, the soccer
player had felt delicious last night, shoved up against the wall, all indignant
and quivering. The anticipation was killing him. He couldn't wait to kiss
Ken and find out if he was as sweet as in all his fantasies.
Long, purposeful strides
assured his arrival at the supply shop in less than ten minutes. Well he
was a man on a mission afterall. All the lights were closed and the door
was slightly ajar. He entered stealthily, shutting the door quietly behind
him. Ken was standing on some bags of peat moss before a flower rack, trying
to reach a pot of African violets that rested on the top shelf. He was
singing loudly as he reached towards the purple flowers. Ken didn't have
a bad voice, but Yohji was rather distracted by the way his T-shirt was
riding up, allowing him a
glimpse of smooth, tanned
flesh. Not to mention that his ass looked *sweet* in those baggy khakis
of his.
Yohji leaned against another
flower rack and watched as Ken finally managed to grab hold of the violets.
He bounded down from the peat moss bags and carefully set the pot of violets
next to the pile of other flowers and seed packages he was going to take
back to the shop. He pulled out a notepad from his pocket and studied it
intently, his brow wrinkling in a frown. "I guess I'm done here," he muttered
to himself.
"You're not done quite yet
Kenken," Yohji drawled out, relishing the look of startled surprise on
Ken's face.
"Yohji!" the boy gasped.
"Don't scare me like that!"
He strode towards Ken. "I
don't intend to scare you."
Dark eyes widened comically.
"Not this again!" he cried in dismay. Ken's face was bright red as he darted
backwards and promptly tripped over a stray sack of organic potting soil.
He fell on his ass, his legs spread apart invitingly.
Yohji's mouth went dry.
Seeing Ken, in actual reality, all spread out was so fucking erotic. He
couldn't stand it. "So you
wanna skip the foreplay?" he managed to grit out. "That's just fine with
me."
Ken swiftly scrambled to
his feet. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you but ack~!"
In one fluid movement, Yohji
seized Ken's wrist and jerked him into his arms. His lips covered Ken's
protests and he wasted no time in thrusting his tongue into the sweet mouth
of the boy struggling against him.
<Jesus fucking Christ,
he tastes so goddamn good>
Ken's thrashings made Yohji
all the more determined for submission and acceptance. He sucked hard at
Ken's mouth, running his tongue over even teeth and the luscious roof of
his
mouth. Yohji stroked roughly at the passive tongue beneath his, thrusting
his own towards the back of Ken's throat. Insistent hands moved to grab
Ken's tight ass and he brought the younger boy fervently up to meet his
raging erection. Grinding his hips seductively against Ken, he slanted
his mouth and licked passionately his unwilling partner again and again.
He shoved Ken up against
the wall behind them, moving
his hips with greater pressure and urgency, plunging his tongue deeper
into the moist envelope of Ken's mouth. Ken was clinging onto his upper
arms, moaning against his tongue. And then he began to respond, his tongue
coming to hesitantly meet Yohji's.
<Oh yes, finally!>
"Yohji-kun? Ken-kun?"
Yohji jerked his mouth away
from the soccer player's, Omi's voice propelling him to end the kiss as
much as the need to breath. God he was so fucking hard from just one kiss!
With a lurid curse, he released Ken, noting smugly that he crumpled weakly
to the floor, panting heavily. The brunette's face was stained red, his
expression confused and bewildered as he stared up at him with parted,
swollen lips. It took every nerve in his aching body not to continue what
he'd started and screw Ken senseless on the soil strewn floor. He wanted
so badly to take Ken, to thrust hard into his tight, shuddering body. By
tonight, it would happen.
He took a deep gulp of air
and tried to act nonchalant. For once he was glad that he was wearing an
apron. It hid his decidedly painful condition. "We're in here Omi," he
called as steadily as he could, trying not to look at Ken. Who knew what
he'd do if he laid eyes on the gasping, perplexed boy.
"Manx-san is waiting for
us," Omi announced, coming into view. His eyes widened when he saw Ken
gasping on the floor. "Ken-kun? What happened?"
Yohji smirked, putting on
his shades. His heart was still racing wildly but he was in control. "Ken
had a little accident, didn't you Kenken?"
Omi rolled his eyes. "You
really should be more careful Ken kun." He turned towards the door.
"Let's go. Aya-kun will be mad if we're late."
Ken staggered to his feet
and surprised him by glaring hotly at him. "You bastard," he hissed. "What
the hell are you doing?!!"
He leered suggestively at
the soccer player. "You know you liked it Kenken." And because Ken was
even cuter when irked, he gave in to the urge to smack him firmly on his
ass.
Ken sat huddled in the far
corner of the sofa, his arms crossed defensively across his chest, fuming
furiously. Despite his irate facade, he was scared shitless. Aya and Omi
occupied the sofa in front of the TV, with Manx standing behind them. He
was sitting on the sofa in the back of the room, with Yohji sprawled out
*very* close to him. Obviously the mission last night had affected Yohji's
brain. The guy was crazy. That was the only explanation he'd been able
to come up with for Yohji's psychotic behavior. Yohji shifted, his
shoulder rubbing slightly against his own. Ken squeezed himself closer
into the corner of the sofa, his thigh practically flung over the armrest.
Of course there was no where to go, but at least the motion of backing
away was comforting. Anything was better than sitting there letting Yohji
*touch* him. His shoulder seethed from the point of contact and his hands
were shaking. It wasn't fair. He had to sit there, trying to concentrate
on the video of their next mission while Yohji kept rubbing up against
him and he couldn't say a damn word without alerting the others! And Yohji,
that stupid dumbass, just sat there smirking and making suggestive comments.
<Damn smug bastard>
He hated Yohji. Why in God's
name, after all this time, was Yohji suddenly after him? It made no sense.
Yohji, who rejected missions that didn't involve pretty ladies, Yohji who
claimed any and all women over eighteen as his, Yohji who'd had dozens
of girlfriends and hundreds of hot dates since he'd known him. Hell, Yohji
probably got more action in one week than he was gonna get in a whole damn
lifetime! So was that all a facade? How could it be? For certain Asuka
wasn't an act. He loved her deeply, but now he was chasing him? He couldn't
be serious about being...intimate with him, could he? Despite the fact
that he had kissed him...
Ken's cheeks burned into
a flaming blush. He just couldn't think about that kiss without blushing.
He'd only ever had one girlfriend, Yuriko. During his time in the J-league,
he'd concentrated solely upon soccer, figuring that there'd be plenty of
time for girls later. He was utterly inexperienced when it came to sexual
matters. He and Yuriko had only gotten around to exchanging a few chaste
kisses and none of them could compare in the least to what Yohji had done
to him back in the supply shop. He didn't even know a kiss could be like
that, so hot and
deep and mind-searing. Yohji's
tongue had been *everywhere*, doing things he hadn't known were possible.
And the way he had rubbed his hips against his own, it had felt so incredible.
For a while, as his mind and thoughts were reduced into emptiness, he had
forgotten that it was another man kissing him.
And that was the most shameful
part of all. That for one brief moment, before Omi had appeared, he had
responded to Yohji's kiss. He, Hidaka Ken had frenched Yohji back! It was
humiliating beyond belief. He resisted the urge to groan and sob.
"Thinking about our kiss,
ne Ken?" Yohji husked, his rich voice titillating his ear. He blew softly,
his warm breath sending shivers across Ken's neck and down his spine. He
was very aware of Yohji's dauntingly arousing presence at that moment and
it petrified him.
He rubbed his ear frantically
against his shoulder, trying to make those ticklish quivers go away. "I'm
not doing any such thing!" he whispered stormily. "You're the furthest
thing from my mind!"
One elegant eyebrow arched
in question. "And that would explain why you've shoved yourself up into
the corner of the sofa? Because you're *not* thinking about me?"
Ken stubbornly refused to
answer, not wanting to give Yohji the satisfaction of hearing him deny
what they both knew to be true. He glared firmly straight ahead; the last
thing he wanted to see was Yohji's infuriatingly conceited smirk.
<Egotistical friggin'
jackass>
Yohji chuckled condescendingly.
"You're not fooling me one bit Hidaka. Your face is as easy to read as
a book."
"Shut up Yohji," he grit
out, trying his best to keep his temper in check. Patience was one thing
he didn't have much of and Yohji was sorely trying it.
"In fact," Yohji continued
in that silky soft voice, as though he hadn't spoken, "If that cute little
blush was any indication, I'd say you were definitely thinking about our
kiss."
At the very mention of the
word 'kiss', Ken felt his face flush fervently.
<Damn you Yohji!>
"Ah." Yohji swept one long
finger down the slope of his warm cheek. "That's the blush. How adorable
Kenken."
"Don't call me that!" he
hissed jerking his face away from Yohji's soft touch. The older boy was
only inches away from him, his jade eyes blazing. He swallowed audibly
and forced himself to look away. Maybe if he ignored Yohji than he'd just-
"Gahhh!"
"Shhh," Yohji whispered
in his ear, sliding his fingers up Ken's thigh. "Do you want them to hear
you?"
"Let go of me!" Ken demanded
through clenched teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of being touched in
such an intimate spot.
"I think not," Yohji replied
throatily. His squeezed his thigh. "Just feel Ken."
Ken gasped as Yohji's skillful
fingers stroked him. He felt hot all over, his skin scathing beneath the
fabric of his khakis. Yohji's hand was moving higher up, heading towards
the sudden ache between his legs.
Without warning Manx flipped
the light switch on. With a shriek, Ken yanked away from Yohji and his
wandering hands and promptly fell onto the floor. On his butt. For the
second time today.
Above him, Yohji snickered.
"You don't have to hurl
yourself off the sofa," Manx remarked dryly. "The video is over."
"Ken-kun's especially clumsy
today," Omi told everybody. "When I came into the supply shop, he was lying
on the floor gasping for air. What an accident it must have been."
"I wouldn't call it an accident,"
Yohji proclaimed. "Being as Ken seemed to enjoy it so much." He winked
conspiratorially at sputtering soccer player.
"Oh shut up Kudou," Ken
snapped as he stood up, determined not to blush.
"I don't get what you mean,"
Omi said, frowning. "What did Ken-kun enjoy so much?"
Yohji grinned hugely. Green
eyes filled with sensual promise met his own. "Well-"
"Let's just get on with
it," Aya snapped, scowling. "Leave Ken alone."
Ken could have kissed Aya
at that moment. Figuratively of course, being as he wasn't, not in the
least, attracted to men. Especially men who were his teammates. No, he
was straight. Straight as a line and Yohji could bother him and kiss him
all he wanted but he was *not* attracted to him. And he never would
be. End of story, exit left stage center, for all time, the end. And the
sooner he convinced Yohji of that, the sooner everything would be back
to normal. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, feeling relieved. All
he had to do was stay away from Yohji and then all would be well. It was
a good plan dammit and he was gonna stick to it no matter what.
Manx was scrutinizing them,
her gaze swinging from Yohji to Ken and back again. "Is there something
going on between you two?"
"NO!" he swiftly burst out,
before Yohji could say anything. His palms were sweating again and he could
feel that stupid blush creeping up onto his face. "Now can we just drop
it?"
Manx finally nodded, after
giving him an intense, assessing stare. "Fine. Now whoever chooses to take
on this mission will have to do it this evening. Akizuki Hiroshi will be
making the sale tonight. It's imperative that he and his scientists are
killed before he meets with the buyers."
"Well I guess I'm out,"
Omi responded. "I'm underage. There's no way I'd get in."
"This isn't my kind of mission,"
Aya stated curtly. "Yohji and Ken can handle it."
Ken felt his heart stop.
"N-nani?!!"
Aya swung annoyed plum eyes
in his direction. "I said you and Yohji can handle it."
"I agree," Manx added. She
cast a quick look in Ken's direction. "Although I think that Siberian might
need a little work for this mission..."
Ken barely heard her. He
was too busy glaring at Aya as he and Omi headed out the door. Stupid Aya,
this was all his fault! The one time Aya had to open his damn mouth...
Now how was he supposed to stick to his 'stay away from Yohji' plan? Sure
he and Yohji lived together and worked together but that didn't mean he
had to take missions with the guy! And of course his room had a pretty
sturdy lock...
"I'll take care of Ken,"
Yohji declared superciliously.
"I don't need your friggin'
help Kudou!" Ken bit out, his temper flaring at Yohji's arrogance.
"I can handle everything
on my own!"
Yohji shrugged, pushing
up his sunglasses. "It's your call. I've gotta get my stuff together."
He smiled graciously at
Manx. "Until next time Manx."
The redhead nodded briskly,
her curls bouncing. "Next time then."
His grin grew into a leer.
"And I'll see you tonight Kenken," he added huskily, placing a notable
emphasis on the word 'tonight'.
Ken looked away furiously
and didn't bother to dignify Yohji's words with a reply.
"Well there's definitely
something going on between you two," Manx noted when Yohji had gone. "Did
you guys get into a fight or something?"
Ken sighed and raked a hand
through his hair agitatedly. "No, he's just been annoying me lately, that's
all." He tried valiantly not to blush. If only Manx knew the nature of
Yohji's 'annoying'. He hastily changed the subject. "So what's this
about me needing a little work?" He shuffled his feet embarrassedly. "And
can you also brief me on the mission? I was kind of...uh distracted during
the video."
Manx raised an eyebrow in
question.
"I had a late night, okay?"
he muttered defensively.
"I see." She picked up the
manila folder from the coffee table and handed it to him. "All the details
you need are in here. But in a few words, you and Balinese are to destroy
a business tycoon named Akizuki Hiroshi. Akizuki's been secretly sponsoring
corrupt scientists banned from various universities and other institutions
to continue experimenting with human cloning and alterations. The Electropolis
night club is a front for their experiments. They kidnap innocent people
and perform tests on them in the laboratories that are hidden underneath
the club.
Tonight Akizuki is meeting
with some potential buyers for a drug he's sponsored. Your mission is to
infiltrate the club, dispose of the drug, kill Akizuki and his scientists
as well as destroy the labs."
"Cloning? Sounds like Masafumi
all over again." He wrinkled his nose at the thought of the man-monster.
"This should be a much simpler
mission than that was," Manx stated. "For one, Schrient no longer exists."
"Yeah. Good bye and good
riddance." He looked over at the redhead. "And about me needing work...?"
he prodded. "You can't be talking about my fighting skills."
"I'm not. I was talking
about your wardrobe."
"My wardrobe?!!" He looked
down at his blue and white soccer jersey and cargo khaki pants. "What's
wrong with my wardrobe?"
Manx eyed his clothing with
frank aversion. "Tell me, is that what you're planning to wear to the club
tonight?"
He stared at her confusedly.
"Of course not. I'm going to wear my assassin gear. Why would I wear anything
else? I don't wanna stain my good clothes."
"Oh never mind," she huffed,
rolling her eyes exasperatedly. "Just come with me. A friend of mine owns
a clothing boutique. She'll fix you up."
"Nani?" Ken was aghast.
"I don't need any fixing up! I look great! This is my soccer jersey dammit!!
What's wrong with my clothes I ask?!!!"
Manx smirked as she dragged
a ranting Ken out the door.
**********
Yohji finished tying his
hair into a loose ponytail, slipped a pair of black sunglasses onto his
head and then stood back to observe himself in the full length mirror.
His pants were black leather and fit him like second skin. The black coat
he wore was sleeveless and reached beyond his knees. He wore nothing underneath
except for a black band around his arm. (1) He nodded, satisfied. He looked
good; ready to seduce all the protesting anxiety straight out of Ken. He
couldn't help but grin. Tonight would be perfect. Sure Ken would object
at first but that was
only expected. The boy was
completely inexperienced when it came to sex. He'd even bet that Ken was
a virgin, judging from the way he blushed beet-red anytime he saw a pretty
girl. But this morning, after a few moments of getting over the shock,
Ken had begun to respond to his kiss. If Omi hadn't come in when he did,
who how far they'd have gone? It was only a matter of time. Ken would be
his and he would enjoy it, that much Yohji knew. And the way he saw it,
tonight should give Ken plenty of time to adjust.
The sound of the front door
opening jerked him from his thoughts. Ken was finally home. He'd disappeared
with Manx after the mission briefing, which was rather sad. He liked provoking
and flirting with Ken. The way his temper would flare, even while he blushed
was quite endearing. The boy was too delicious for his own good, that was
certain. He stalked out into the living room, intending to intimidate
Ken into kissing him. He could still
feel Ken's sweet mouth opening
for him, his body trembling beneath his own. He couldn't wait for the next
act. However, the moment he saw the soccer player, all rational thoughts
fled from his mind. His jaw dropped.
Ken was sporting a pair
of clunky black shoes that were adorned with silver buckles and straps.
His impossibly tight pants
were silver-grayish plastic that flared gently over his shoes. He wore
a skin-tight, shimmery burgundy t-shirt that was a few inches too short
at the waist and allowed him a glimpse of hard stomach muscles. Silver
wire was twined around his neck and around his left wrist. But the biggest
shock was his hair. Those soft, chocolate colored locks were streaked silver
and burgundy and dark blue. (2)
"Holy shit."
Ken looked up and his face
immediately bloomed into a full-fledged, no-holds-barred blush of epic
proportions. He mumbled something incoherently, staring intently at the
floor. If Yohji thought the soccer player looked cute in jeans and
a T-shirt, what the hell was he now! Ken was screaming sex. Every luscious
inch of him was oozing with blatant sensuality. Yohji had often thought
that Ken should wear clothes more flattering to his body but now he revised
his opinion. If Ken dressed like this everyday, he'd go crazy with lust.
"You look so fucking good,"
he growled thickly, coming closer to Ken. He couldn't take his eyes of
the soccer player. He looked so different, so incredibly hot. God, how
he wanted to shove Ken up against the wall and tear his shirt off. Slide
his hand into those tight plastic pants and feel how hot and stiff Ken
would be. Suck him hard him until he blew apart. He wanted to hear Ken
moan his name, feel his tight body clench around him as he fucked him so
good.
Ken looked like he wanted
to bolt. He tugged uncomfortably at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull
it down to the top of his pants to cover his bare flesh. "Manx made me
visit her friend who did me up," he explained hastily. "It's for the mission."
"I see." His voice was hoarse
but he couldn't help it. White hot desire was surging through his veins
and his leather pants were constricting almost painfully. Ken had absoluetly
no clue what he was doing to him! He tried to control his desire but that
tight outfit was giving him *very* naughty thoughts.
"Um," Ken was backing away
from him warily. "We probably should be going now."
"Yeah we probably should,"
he agreed, distracted by the way Ken's pants were molded to his firm thighs.
"Stop it!"
Ken's sharp tone rivited
his gaze up to his flushed face. He lifted an eyebrow in silent inquiery.
"Stop looking at me like
that Yohji," he warned.
"Like what Ken?" he murmured
silkily. "Like I want to fuck you? Because I most assuredly do."
Ken opened his mouth but
nothing came out. His eyes bugged out.
Yohji smirked. He loved
to shock Ken. That was the great thing about inexperienced virgins, they
were just so easily scandalize, Ken being no exception. Of course now that
Ken's mouth was hanging open, he would have to do something about it.
He reached out and grabbed
Ken by the waist, his hands sliding around smooth, bare flesh. He pulled
the soccer player into his arms.
Ken gasped, still too shocked
to really struggle. "What are you doing?!"
His mouth descended for
Ken's. "I think you know."
Ken turned his head and
his lips fell upon Ken's flushed cheek. "Let me go!"
"No," he whispered gruffly,
licking the soft, sweet flesh. He trailed wet licks and kisses down his
jaw and onto the silky skin of his ear. Tracing the delicate pink shell,
he was smugly satisfied to feel Ken shudder. Yohji's lips moved downwards
and sucked roughly at his neck.
"Stop it Yohji," Ken whined,
his eyes falling shut against his will.
Yohji didn't answer. Instead
he slid one hand gently into Ken's shirt, caressing the taut flesh.
He grasped one nipple and
stroked it quickly, working it into a hard nub. Ken whimpered, moving restlessly
against him. "Like that Kenken?" he hissed, his other hand wandering over
the firm curve of the other boy's buttocks. His tongue glided over Ken's
collarbone, and back up towards that sensitive spot behind his ear.
"Yohji," Ken moaned, his
hands clutching Yohji's shoulders. "Please...d-don't..."
He crushed his mouth against
Ken's, putting an end to the moaning. His tongue swept into the luscious
folds with blatant domination. It was even sweeter and moister than he
remembered. His hands moved up to tangle into Ken's streaked hair, as he
plundered the lush, quivering mouth. He thrust his hips against Ken's,
desire enflaming his entire body as Ken arched towards him. His tongue
was dancing with his own, his hands wrapped tightly around Yohji's neck.
For all his virginal protests, Ken was responding. He could feel the hardness
concealed in tight plastic rock against his own erection. That very knowledge
made him heady with passion. He sucked violently at Ken, grinding his pelvis
furiously. Their movements rocked them backwards onto the sofa, with him
straddling the soccer player, his hands digging into the silky tresses
that spilled over his skin.
Ken wretched away, panting
heavily. "The...mi-mission..."
Yohji nuzzled the long column
of exposed throat. "Hmm," he murmured huskily, bringing his hand down to
fondle Ken's nipple through his shirt. His erection was agonizingly hard
as he rubbed himself upon Ken. Shit, he wanted to fuck Ken so bad!
Ken jerked his head back,
inadvertently giving him better access to his neck. "Uhh!"
"Ken," he groaned, sucking
his way across slightly sweaty flesh. He stroked toned pectorals harder,
his movements upon slim hips growing more frenzied. He was going to come,
this was too much, he had to be inside of him... Ken was whimpering
in earnest now, tears rolling down his cheeks. His hands were clutching
Yohji's arms tightly, his
hips arching against Yohji's thrusts. This was so wrong but it felt so
good. Nothing he'd ever done had felt like this. Yohji's hands and his
mouth were doing such amazing things but it was Yohji! He was confused,
so many emotions conflicting inside him. Reason was insisting that he get
the hell away from Yohji, Duty was shouting about the mission and Desire
was urging him to fuck everything, especially Yohji.
He gasped with pleasure,
even as Duty won out. Using all the strength his passion-induced brain
could muster, along with a hell of a lot of willpower, Ken shoved Yohji
away. Yohji was completely unprepared when Ken pushed him roughly
away. He fell back against the cushy embrace of the sofa, as Ken stumbled
to his feet.
"We have a mission!" he
cried, his voice ragged and strained.
Yohji stared up at him,
his erection throbbing with unfulfilled desire. Ken looked utterly delectable
and so fuckable. His streaked hair was adorably tousled by his fingers,
tear stained cheeks endearingly pink. His t-shirt was rumpled, tight pants
revealing *everything*. It took everything inside of Yohji not to jump
his bones.
He stood gracefully, jade
eyes locked with coffee tinted ones. "Just remember where we left off Ken,"
he demanded, his voice rough. With one smooth motion he grabbed Ken's hand
and pressed it hard against his erection. "Remember this."
Dark eyes grew impossibly
wide as a blushing Ken squirmed.
He resisted the urge to
rub himself against the fidgeting hand. "Let's go," he grated out
thickly.
Ken yelped as yet another
hand grabbed his ass. He jerked away, pausing only to give the lewd offender
a stern glare. The tall, scantily clad women leered at him and ran the
tip of her tongue over blood red lips suggestively. Horrified, Ken quickly
hurried after Yohji. They'd only arrived at the club about ten minutes
ago and already about a dozen or so people had grabbed and/or fondle parts
of his anatomy that he could only blush thinking about. Granted, Yohji
had made up half those people...the guy just didn't know when to quit.
The entire car ride to the club had consisted of Yohji ogling him and touching
him and telling him in great, explicit detail what he was going to do to
him when the mission was over. Ken glowered hotly at Yohji's head, wanting
to kill him, even as he tried vainly to keep up with the striding man.
Yohji moved through the thick crowds of people effortlessly and gracefully.
It was as though the crowds parted for him, certainly no one fondled him.
It was so unfair. Ken
could hardly see anything
in the stupid club, it was so dark and smoky. He kept bumping into people
and they kept touching him.
He hated this stupid club.
Mission or no mission, he wanted to go straight home. Now. First of all,
he felt utterly ridiculous in the stupid outfit Manx's friend had forced
on him. It was too tight and just too weird. People, Yohji especially,
kept ogling him. He felt like some kind of cheap, two bit skanky-ass ho.
And second of all, clubs weren't his scene. He hated dancing, well to be
truthful he didn't know how to dance but he was sure that once he tried
it, he would hate it. He didn't drink, he didn't smoke any crazy stuff,
he didn't go cavorting about with weird people, so what was the point in
clubbing?
"Damn friggin' mission,"
he mumbled, brushing dark blue and silver locks impatiently from his hair.
He stumbled onto the dance floor, trying to keep up with Yohji. Rowdily
gyrating bodies surrounded him. "I hate this place."
"You lost pretty boy?" A
deep voice husked into his ear. Sweaty fingers grabbed his arm, turning
him around. The tall, green haired man eyeballed him lasciviously.
Ken yanked his arm away
from the man. "No I'm not lost," he snapped, annoyed. He turned away, fuming
and cursed Yohji to hell. He'd long ago decided that this entire mission
was all Yohji's fault. That damn, conceited bastard, he should have just
done this shitty mission with Aya. No one would dare touch Aya. He'd just
glare himself into isolation. But no, Yohji, that vile corrupter of soccer-playing,
flower-arranging children-loving assassins everywhere just had to drag
him along. And oh what the heck, since God obviously hated him, toss in
Manx with her idiot friend who made him dress in uncomfortable, whorish
clothing and then make all kinds of stoned, dancing freaks grope him. He
cursed some more, especially when he felt that same rough hand grab
his wrist again.
"You're not going anywhere,"
the green haired man drawled out. He roughly pulled Ken into his arms.
"What the hell are you doing?"
he demanded, struggling. The man was built like a damn wrestler!
"Let go of me!"
"I don't think so," the
man replied thickly, his breath hot and heavy with alcohol. His hands were
moving down towards his ass. He leaned in for a kiss.
"Stop it!" Ken cried, turning
his head away in disgust. He valiantly attempted to pull away but the man
had an exceptionally firm grip around his waist. Wet lips fell upon his
cheek, a slimy-feeling tongue slipping out to touch him...
"Ewww, gross!!!"
"Let him go."
Yohji's voice, even through
the loud music and pumping bass, was steely and hard. Ken stumbled into
him as the older boy jerked him away from the grasp of the green haired,
pervy man. Yohji pushed Ken behind him and peered down the length of his
nose at the man, his shades slipping down to reveal cold jade eyes. "He's
*mine*."
The man stared back at Yohji.
Ken peeked up over Yohji's shoulder, desperately trying to see what was
going on. It looked like they were both locked in a staring match. What
the heck did that mean? Were they going to fight? If Yohji got kicked out
of this club then their mission would be shot.
"Let it go," he whispered
into Yohji's ear. "We can't risk jeopardizing the mission."
Yohji nodded curtly. He
directed one final icy scowl, one that certainly would have done Aya proud,
at the fuming man. "You come near my boy again and I'll pound your sorry
ass into the ground."
With those decidedly 'fightin'
words' Yohji grabbed hold of Ken and stalked off into the crowd.
"Stop going so fast!" Ken
cried over the heavy music, practically running in order to keep up with
his blond teammate. He tried vainly not to smash into any of the wildly
gyrating people.
"And I'm not your boy either
dammit!"
Yohji dragged him off the
crowded dance floor and into a relatively quiet corner. Quiet in that people
weren't talking and dancing here, they were busy making out. Ken flushed,
wishing the mist that wafted through the club was higher.
"Why are we here?" he demanded,
pulling away from Yohji.
Yohji smirked, pulling him
straight back, this time into his arms. "Aren't you going to thank me Kenken?"
he demanded throatily. "For saving you from the clutches of that big, bad
evil man?"
Ken glared. "I had everything
under control," he bit out. "I didn't need your help at all!"
"Was this before or after
he almost kissed you?"
"Look, don't you think we
should be concentrating on the mission?" Ken snapped, vainly trying to
keep his irritation in check.
"Oh we will," Yohji replied,
seductively trailing a finger across Ken's lips. His mouth went arid. "After
you kiss me."
Ken gasped, his mouth parting
unconsciously. "K-kiss..."
"You're mine Ken," Yohji
growled, unable to wait. His mouth meshed against Ken's, his tongue instantly
sweeping inside with now familiar domination.
Ken couldn't pull away even
though he knew he should. He knew this was wrong, he knew that there were
a thousand reasons why he shouldn't submit to Yohji. Yohji for fucking
God's sake! Yohji the biggest womanizer in Tokyo. Yohji, whose address
book of girl's phone number were practically the damn yellow pages! But
reason was melting, leaving him behind with Yohji fucking his mouth with
his tongue. And God help him, he liked it. A lot.
Unwillingly, he clutched
at Yohji's shirt, as the older boy ground his mouth upon his own, his tongue
thrusting everywhere inside Ken's mouth.
How was he supposed to resist
this? Desire was easy to ignore when one wasn't confronted straight in
the face with it. He could have withstood Yohji's advances if Yohji wasn't
always around. They lived together and worked together and killed together.
Yohji was always present. How in the bloody hell was he supposed to survive
this? Yohji didn't know the meaning of the word no and he was rapidly crumbling
Ken's defenses. Which, in actuality was nothing being as Yohji was so skilled
in sexual matters while he on the other hand had only ever exchanged a
few chaste kisses with Yuriko. He knew nothing and then to experience such
flaming desire and with a
man no less...
Yohji broke the kiss unexpectedly.
Ken stared up at the blond man, his swollen mouth parting in surprise.
"Oh fuck," Yohji swore and
claimed Ken's mouth for a hard, quick, possessive kiss.
"Yoh~ji," he panted, his
chest heaving.
"Stop it," Yohji grated
out, releasing his hold on the soccer player. Smoldering jade eyes
clashed with wide, uncertain
dark ones.
"Stop it?" Ken repeated
incredulously. "You want me to stop it? You're the one who kissed me!"
Wet lips slid into a tiny
smile. "You know Kenken, when you get mad you look so cute."
"I am not cute you condescending
asshole!"
"And," Yohji continued as
though Ken hadn't spoken. "When you look at me with those huge, dark eyes
I get so hard and it makes me wanna tear off all those sexy little clothes
you're wearing and fuck you until you come." Yohji winked at him. "And
of course I'll lick you clean. "
Ken was incapable of speech.
"But I suppose that will
have to come later, ne? We've got a mission to complete." Yohji sighed
dramatically. "Life can be such a bitch. But after..." He very deliberately
slid smoldering jade eyes over Ken hot body.
Ken was trembling, feeling
unbearably hot. His clothes were suddenly *very* tight. "I hate you,"
he muttered, wanting nothing
more than to flee back into the safety of his own room. Yohji had no right
to toy with him like this! He didn't want to feel this shameful lust, he
didn't want to be attracted to Yohji. And he most certainly didn't want
to feel such a piercing sense of anticipation for the moment when Yohji
would take him and show him everything he'd promised. He didn't want to
want Yohji! Damn him!
Yohji took a step towards
him, catching his hand. "Only because I make you feel so hot. You want
me don't you Ken?" Yohji's soft, wet tongue licked a seductive path down
the delicate bones of Ken's wrist. "Why don't you just accept it? You should
know by now that I always get what I want. And I want you."
Ken jerked his hand away.
He rubbed it hard against his pants, trying to make that wet, tingling
feeling go away. "This is wrong. I refuse to play games with you."
"Ah but you've already started
playing Kenken. And the ending will be so pleasurable, if you'd just let
it."
He scowled at Yohji, determined
not to let the other man know how much his sensual words and tone were
affecting him. "Oh shut up Yohji. If you weren't so busy bothering me,
we could have completed our mission by now."
Yohji smiled knowingly.
"And the faster we finish our work, the faster we get to play. Is that
what you're saying?"
Ken seethed but refused
to take the bait.
"Well then, I suppose I
can't argue with your logic now can I?" He leaned close to Ken, moist lips
nearly touching his ear. "Because Lord knows I can't wait to finish what
we started. You haven't forgotten how hard and hot you were for me, have
you Ken?"
Ken flushed floridly at
the memory of Yohji straddling him, grinding roughly against him as he
kissed him with those open-mouthed, mind-numbing, come-in-your-pants wet
French kisses. He had been so hard that it had hurt. Pulling away from
Yohji had been the hardest thing he'd ever done. Literally. But he wasn't
about to let Yohji know that. He glowered at the tall blond.
"Don't be so damn conceited!
I forgot all about that stupid encounter."
Yohji smirked. "Then I suppose
I'll have to remind you, ne?"
Ken took a step back, instantly
wary.
"But not right now, much
to your disappointment I'm sure," Yohji replied, chuckling
condescendingly. "If you
can stay out of trouble, than I'll be heading down to the basement to
check the labs out. You
wait here and see if you can find Akizuki."
"But I want to come with
you," Ken protested, looking around nervously. Who knew what weird
freaks would come on to
him without Yohji around.
"You can come with me later
Ken," Yohji murmured, his green eyes smoldering. "In bed."
Ken blushed as he caught
the innuendo. He was infinitely glad that it was dark but then again Yohji
always seemed to know what he was feeling. Another reason why he hated
the self-righteous, lanky blond. "Why do I have to stay here?" he whined.
"I already told you, you
need to find our target. Now stay here and don't get into trouble. I'll
be back." He patted Ken's cheek and then was stalking through the crowds
of people towards the'No Entry' doors way far on the other side of the
room.
Ken fumed as he watched
the older boy leave. "Damn stupid jerk, bossing me around like that. Who
does he think he is?" He fumed some more.
"So your little boy friend
left you eh?"
Ken was unable to suppress
a groan. All these damn stupid come-on lines. Why couldn't people just
leave him alone? He'd have to get scowling lessons from Aya and attain
that unapproachable don't-fuck-with-me air. He turned to face his newest
admirer. It was girl this time, a scary looking one who appeared to be
in her early twenties. Her hair was dyed black, her lips were painted black
and she was wearing a black leather dominatrix-type outfit, complete with
five-inch
stiletto-heeled thigh boots.
He tried not to shudder
as he took in all her various body piercings. Why anyone would want to
pierce their eyebrow as well as their tongue was beyond him. "Uh, I gotta
go," he announced quickly and beat a hasty retreat. If he got caught this
time, he'd b outta luck. Without his weapon, as well as without Yohji,
though he'd never admit *that*, he was a goner. The last thing he needed
was a repeat incident like what had happened with the green-haired man.
Surreptitiously avoiding the jam-packed dance floor, he made his way to
the bar where there were a few empty seats. Not to mention that it was
a little bit quieter there. He slid onto one impossibly high stool and
glanced around, taking in the scenery, if it could be called that. The
club was quite large and filled with to the max with crazy people, most
of them half-dressed...or less. The dance floor was packed, the larger
bar at the back was crowded and the small tables to the right of the dance
floor were crammed. The whole place was dark and misty and a bubble machine
blurted bubbles into the thick crowds. Wildly swirling colored lights flashed
brightly onto the people. And way up, near the ceiling were platforms where
attractive girls danced around poles.
Ken quickly looked away.
He wasn't about to gawk at pretty girls like some moron. If anything, pretty
girls were the least of his problems. No, it was a very hetro male who'd
suddenly developed homosexual tendencies that was giving him ample food
for thought. For the hundredth time that night, he cursed Yohji to the
very lowest hell.
"You look like you could
use a stiff drink."
Not another one! What the
fuck was it with these people! Ken scowled his nastiest scowl and
glared his nastiest glare.
He was not going to run away this time. He was going to show the
world that Hidaka Ken was
made of sterner stuff! "Now look here-"
"I'm not going to hit on
you," the girl interrupted. "I'm waiting for my boyfriend."
Ken studied the girl though
narrowed eyes. True, she looked harmless enough, clad in a sparkly pink
dress with butterflies adorning her hair. How much trouble could a girl
in pink with butterflies in her hair possibly be?
Frosted pink lips curved
into smile. "This is your first time in a place like this, isn't it?"
He frowned at her. "What
makes you think that?"
"The way you walk. You aren't
used to wearing a clubbing outfit like that are you? Those pants look pretty
uncomfortable."
Ken blinked, taken off guard.
He nodded slowly. "You have no idea. They're so tight and they creak when
I move. Damn stupid Yohji," he could resist adding.
She giggled as she tucked
a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. "Is that your tall blond friend?
I saw you and him kissing."
"He kissed me!" Ken blurted
out, mortified. He could feel his cheeks heat with a blush.
"Don't be embarrassed,"
she soothed, patting his hand comfortingly. "I think you two make a very
sweet couple. I saw the way he saved you from that green haired guy. That
was so romantic!"
"Yeah well I still don't
like him," Ken muttered grudgingly. "And I didn't think it was that romantic
at all."
"It didn't look that way
when you were kissing him."
He glared at her. "Don't
you have anything better to do than watch me all night?"
She winked at him, her eye
make-up sparkling in the dim light. "You caught my eye the minute you walked
in. You're cute."
"Cute?" Ken was instantly
outraged. Yohji had called him cute and now this girl was calling him cute?
Hell no, he was not cute! "I am not cute dammit!"
A slender brow arched in
query. "Oh? Then why do you think so many people keep trying to come on
to you?"
"Well obviously they've
been drinking and smoking weird shit," he fumed.
She laughed delightedly
and held out a slender hand. "I like you! I'm Mika by the way."
He shook her hand. "Hidaka
Ken."
"How about a drink Ken-san?
My treat."
"What kind of drink?" he
asked suspiciously, studying the wide variety of alcohol behind the counter.
"You don't drink?" Mika
wondered.
"I'm a soccer player. Of
course I don't drink," he shot back.
She blinked at him. "You
know I thought you looked kinda familiar. Do you coach little kids in the
field near the Westside elementary school?"
"Yeah."
She nodded to herself. "Thought
so." Blue eyes turned back to him. "You know, something light just might
be the thing to loosen your nerves and help you relax."
Ken pondered that for a
few seconds. With the high stress levels this mission was giving him, as
well as Yohji trying to get into his pants, he really did need something
to help him loosen up.
Maybe he could make an exception
just this once. "Anything you recommend Mika-san?"
**********
Yohji had little problems
getting into the basement, being as stealthy slinking about in forbidden
territories was a specialty of his. It didn't take him long to find the
explosives Manx had so kindly left behind within a ventilation grate. Those
would definitely come in handy later.
A quick study of the four
large laboratories showed that all nine scientists were present. Fortunately
there were no innocents being held captive for Akizuki and his scientists
to perform experiments on. No, nothing much was happening other than the
big trade later on tonight where Akizuki would attempt to sell his groundbreaking
drug, or some shit like that, to foreign investors.
He smirked to himself as
he gazed into the slim glass tube that contained the amber-colored drug.
For such a supposedly smart man, Akizuki was rather stupid. It had taken
him all of ten seconds to filch the drug from its place in the small fridge
in the chemical closet. "No guards, no nothing," he thought as he crept
back down the empty, steel corridor. A quick stop to the bathroom would
relieve him of the drug, leaving the amber-hued liquid to meld into the
sewers as it would. When the drug had been properly disposed of and all
the information he required to know was ingested into his mind, Yohji headed
back upstairs to the club as surreptitiously as he had
come. Afterall, who knew
what trouble Ken was getting into. The thought of the younger boy
made his loins tighten with lust. He couldn't wait for this mission to
finish because then he would make Ken his. The anticipation was killing
him almost as much as the desire was. He hoped that Ken had found their
target. Then it would be only a matter of killing him and the scientists
and after that...
He grinned as he slipped
back into the thick swarms of people, the music pounding violently into
his eardrums. He was going to fuck the high holy *hell* outta Ken's tight
ass. The crowds were thicker than he remembered as he swept through
the masses looking for the soccer player. Pangs of worry gnawed gently
inside his stomach. It wasn't that Ken couldn't take care of himself because
obviously he could but he was just so uncertain and shy and a club was
something he was altogether unused to. Yohji felt a considerably biting
sense of protectiveness towards Ken. He hadn't realized just how naive
the younger boy was, especially when it came to relationships and intimacy.
Ken had absolutely no concept of his own attractiveness and charm. He got
angry when he was called cute but it was the truth. Ken was *so* cute and
striking and his abashed nature was just adorable. Yohji decided that he
couldn't get enough, didn't want to get enough. After a few minutes
of thorough searching, Yohji was finally able to locate Ken. His eyes widened
and then narrowed. Ken was *dancing* with a *girl
Yohji frowned at the little
piece of pink-clad fluff Ken was dancing with. The twit looked like she
had the IQ of a turnip, all giggly and frosted-pink glitter-eyed as she
gazed up at Ken. How much pink could one person wear anyways? It was nauseating.He
wondered why Ken was dancing with a simpering fool like her in the first
place. Ken hated to dance and was insecure when it came to girls. Was he
doing it to prove a point? And if so, why
not choose a better girl?
The pink girl practically screamed stupid teenybopper.
Well whatever. She could
leech onto Ken and dance the whole night away with him but she wasn't going
to be the one who'd leave with him at the end of the night. That'd be his
job.
He smirked as he made his
way to the bar. Kudou Yohji was gonna get some tonight and wasn't it gonna
be the sweetest piece of ass ever!
"What'll it be?" the bartender
drawled out above the noise as he slid into the high stool.
"Scotch on the rocks."
He lit a cigarette and kept
an eye on Ken. The soccer player looked stiff, what with the bippy girl
draped all over him. Surprisingly though, Ken *didn't* look nervous. He
was chatting away, even if his dancing was awkward. Well perhaps he felt
comfortable conversing with lower life forms.
It wasn't long before a
tall blond who was in danger of popping out of her skimpy tank top began
flirting with Yohji.
"Why don't we find some
place a little more...private?" she purred, nibbling on the tip of her
finger sensuously.
"I'm already here with someone,"
he told her curtly.
She followed his gaze. "Forget
that little bip and lemme show you what a *real* woman can do."
"The bip isn't my date,"
he muttered wryly.
Silver-lined eyes widened.
"Well shit." She studied Ken. "How about you bring him along? That boy
is hot!"
Yohji snorted. Ken prolly
didn't even how a threesome worked. "I don't think so. He's too green for
something like that."
"I don't mind watching."
He smirked. "Forget it."
Wine-glossed lips slid into
a pout. "Too bad. Well do ya wanna dance?"
He shook his head and finishing
the rest of his scotch. The song had ended and twitty girl was leading
Ken off the dance floor towards the sitting area. "Not this time. My boy's
done."
"Well if you change your
mind..." she let the invitation hang in the air.
"I'll come and find you,"
he finished. "See ya."
Ken and the pink girl were
now sitting at one of the tiny, round tables to the right of the dance
floor. She was sitting *very* close to Ken, her hair falling over his arm.
Yohji decided that he *didn't* like that. Long strides took him to their
table.
"Do you mind?" he demanded,
annoyed. "Me and him," he jabbed a long finger in Ken's direction, "have
important business to discuss."
To his surprise, the girl
stood up and winked. "I'll bet you do," she said slyly. She waved at Ken.
"Ja ne, Ken kun!"
Yohji slid down into the
previously occupied seat and watched the girl sashay away. Dumb teenybopper.
Ken beamed at him, his eyes
appearing unnaturally bright. "Hi Yohji!"
"Who the frig was that?!"
Ken's forehead wrinkled
in fierce concentration. "Um...it was Meiko-san, I think. No wait, Maki-san.
Or maybe it's Miki-san? Hmm...I dun really know. I think I forget."
Yohji grunted. Maybe they
weren't as close as he'd formerly thought. "It doesn't matter." He leaned
close to Ken and asked in a quiet whisper, "Did you find the target yet?"
"The...target?"
He blinked. Ken's breath
was decidedly alcohol-tinged. "Have you been drinking Ken?" he questioned
suspiciously.
Ken looked crestfallen.
"Was I not supposed to?"
He sighed. Ken under the
influence of alcohol was a complication that the mission didn't need. "What
did you have?"
The soccer player thought
hard, scratching at his colored hair. "It was something pink," he said
finally. "With a cherry in it and sugar around the rim. The sugar made
my hands really sticky."
He held up said sticky fingers.
"Pink. It figures," he muttered
wryly. He studied Ken. The younger boy didn't look *that* drunk. His words
weren't slurred and his balance seemed fine. If anything, he was in a better
mood, the alcohol having eased his nervousness. "How many drinks did you
have Ken?"
Ken scrunched his face up
in intense concentration. "Um...I think it was...more than none but
less than twenty-five."
He grinned widely at Yohji.
Then again, maybe he was
out of it. Yohji held up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding
up?"
"Is that a trick question?"
Yohji groaned. "Just fucking
great."
Ken laughed at him. "I'm
just kidding Yohji! You need to relax!"
He stared at the brunette.
Ken was telling him to relax? Ken the tight-ass, scared-shitless,
whiner was telling *him*
to *relax*? Well hadn't the tables turned. He leered, intending to find
out just how far Ken was
willing to relax.
"Oh I'll relax Kenken,"
he murmured thickly, reaching out to run his finger across Ken's mouth.
To his immense surprise,
Ken parted his lips and his finger slid in deeper, across wet flesh.
Ken groaned softly, his
tongue darting out to snake around Yohji's finger. "Feelths gooth," he
lisped around the invading
digit.
Yohji had to agree. He curved
his other hand around Ken's waist, bringing the smaller boy closer
to him. His lips found the
soccer player's smooth neck and he promptly set about giving him the
hickey of a lifetime.
"Uhh," Ken grunted as Yohji
sucked and gnawed at his neck.
This felt illegally sexy.
Who knew that Ken would be so good with his mouth? His soaking mouth
was curved tightly around
his finger, squeezing it with his lips and stroking it with his tongue.
Yohji had a feeling that
if Ken stayed like this, tonight was going to be fucking *amazing*.
Especially if Ken gave him
a blowjob. Yum.
He bit Ken, smirking at
the throaty cry it provoked from the younger boy.
Suddenly Ken shoved him
away. "Target," his gasped, his pupils dilated.
"Huh?" Yohji was distracted
by saliva-coated, parted lips. They were moving but Yohji wasn't
listening. He grabbed Ken's
chin, hauling him roughly towards him.
"Yohj-mmphh!"
He shoved his mouth on Ken,
cramming his tongue into the fleshy, wet cavern. Ken
enthusiastically kissed
him back, wasting no time in pushing his tongue against Yohji's.
"Fuck, I should get him
to drink more often," Yohji thought as the soccer player kissed him back
avidly. An assertive Ken
was fucking *hot*!
Ken was moaning into his
mouth as they slurped lustily at each other.
"Yoh~ji," he panted, licking
at the corner of the older boy's mouth. "He's...there."
"Who?" he breathed, cupping
Ken's face and pulling his closer.
Chocolate colored eyes fluttered
shut, red lips opening. "The target."
"Oh him," he muttered, sliding
his tongue into Ken's mouth. That wasn't important...the
target... "Fuck!" he cried,
jerking away from the soccer player as his words registered.
"That's what I...was trying...to
tell you," Ken wheezed, huffing for air. He blushed slightly.
"But you kept kissing me."
So he still blushed, even
when drunk. How cute. "We'll finish this later," he promised, giving
Ken a sultry look. "Now
where is he?"
Ken scanned through the
hordes of people and finally gestured to a tall, black haired man clad
in a grey business. He was
stalking through the crowds towards the entrance of the basement.
"He kinda looks like Crawford
without the glasses, don't ya think?"
Yohji studied the brunette.
"Are you sure you can handle this Ken? How much alcohol did you
have?"
"I told you I'm fine!" Ken
insisted. "I can still kick some bad-guy ass! There wasn't even that
much liquor in the pink
stuff. Don't worry about me."
He frowned, not wanting
to take any chances. "Alright," he said quietly. "You take care of the
scientists. They're all
unarmed and working in different labs downstairs so they won't be a
problem. I'll handle Akizuki.
When we're done, we'll meet in the bathroom at the end of the
hall. The explosives are
hidden in the ventilation duct above the sink. I'll set the timer for
twenty minutes, you pull
the fire alarm so that everyone will get out."
"Then by the time the buyers
arrive, the labs will be totaled and Akizuki dead," Ken finished.
He grinned. "Sounds good
to me."
Yohji nodded, standing.
"Let's go."
**********
Yohji managed to catch up
with Akizuki before he slipped downstairs into the laboratories. He
stumbled into the business
tycoon with the fakest of trips, spilling his recently acquired
Bloody Mary all over the
other man's pristine grey suit.
"Oh man I'm so sorry!" Yohji
cried loudly over the music that was pumping away all too close.
He moved away from dancing
bodies and closer to Akizuki. "Are you okay?"
Akizuki scowled at him.
"No, I am not okay," he seethed. "You've ruined my suit! This is an
Armani you jackass!"
"Why are you wearing an
Armani suit to a club?" he asked innocently. "You can't dance in a
three-piece."
"This is only a two piece!"
Yohji tried not to laugh.
"Alright, alright, calm down. Here, why don't I get some club soda?
That usually gets stains
out. I'll meet you in the bathroom, okay?" He pasted on his most
concerned expression. "I
just feel so bad! It's gonna be real hard for you to score with the
ladies looking like," he
gestured to the red mess soiling the man's blazer and white shirt,
"Well, you know."
Akizuki studied him through
narrowed eyes and then nodded stiffly. "Yes fine. You owe me
afterall." He gestured to
the huge bar at the back. "Behind the bar is my private office.
There's a washroom in there."
Yohji widened his eyes in
fake surprise. "Your office? Don't tell me you own this place!"
"As a matter of fact, I
do. Now hurry up and get me some club soda. I've got important business
to take care of."
Five minutes later, Yohji
was walking up the spiraling staircase behind the bar, carrying a
glass of club soda. At the
top of the stairs was Akizuki's office.
"Nice office," he commented,
looking around. The office had a great view of the club below.
"Just give me the damn drink,"
the man snapped. "I don't have time for small talk."
Yohji snorted, dropping
the glass as his wire sprung out from his watch. "Unfortunately, neither
do I." The thin expanse
of metal cleaved through the air, coiling securely around the man's neck.
"What the fuck?" Akizuki
wheezed out, his eyes bugging out.
"You aren't going to be
selling anything tonight, Akizuki," Yohji promised, tightening his wire.
Blood gushed forth, splattering
in thick streams upon the shiny linoleum floor. It only took a
few seconds before the businessman
crumpled to the floor, a lifeless mass of bloody flesh.
"Too easy," he thought as
the wire slid neatly back into place.
"You murdered the boss!"
Yohji froze at the sight
of the *very* big, *very* muscular bodyguard.
Fuck.
Ken was faring a lot better
than Yohji. Stealthily, he made his way into the basement, killing
all six guards that had
been hired to protect Akizuki during the big drug sale.
Of the four laboratories
that were hidden in the basement of the club, only the last two were
occupied. Four scientists
in the first lab, five in the second. A piece of cake, really. Killing
would be no problem since
he had the element of surprise on his side as well as the gun he'd
stolen from one of the security
guards he's killed. He was prepared
A pleasant buzz accompanied
Ken as he killed the first four scientists with relative ease. His
recently acquired 'tipsiness'
had given him an aggressiveness beyond what he normally possessed.
He felt like he could do
anything! And to think, Yohji had been worried about him.
Ken scoffed as he made his
way to the next lab. This mission was too damn easy!
**********
The huge bodyguard whipped
out a gun and pointed it at Yohji. "You're gonna die pal."
Yohji calmly pushed up his
sunglasses. "Are you telling me that Akizuki didn't deserve this? The
guy's been sponsoring corrupt
scientists to experiment on innocent people."
The man scowled. "So what's
your point? Some people have to be sacrificed for the greater good."
"I'd have to agree," Yohji
said pleasantly and with swift precision, his wire uncoiled and
yanked the gun from the
man's beefy hand. "Your boss died for the greater good, looks like it's
your turn now."
"We'll see about that,"
the man hollered and hurled himself on Yohji.
"For such a big lunk of
meat, the guy sure can move," Yohji thought to himself as he was slammed
against the wall.
One large hand smashed into
the delicate bones of Yohji's cheek.
"Ow, FUCK!!!"
Obviously not a very glorious
moment.
"I'll teach you to go around
murdering boss like that!"
"That hurt, you ass!" Yohji
lashed out, his foot connecting solidly with the bodyguard's gut.
"Oof!" The hefty man went
sprawling, tripping over Akizuki's dead body and crashing into his
desk. Papers and various
other office supplies went flying.
In a flash, Yohji's wire
was strung taut around the man's neck. He gurgled out curses, blood
leaking from his mouth and
then he was silent.
Yohji flicked his wire clean
and sighed. His cheek was hurting like a bitch.
He hurriedly exited the
office only to be greeted with two more burly security guards.
This was not his day.
**********
Ken crouched down behind
a steel table and gingerly touched his mouth. It was bleeding. He'd
been dealt one hell of a
punch. On the table above him, beakers and test tubes exploded in a
frenzy of glass and metal.
He swore. Things were going
shitty.
Only two of the five scientists
were dead. The other three were now armed and dangerous. Ken
hadn't been expecting the
vile of green liquid that one of the scientists had thrown at him.
The noxious odor now clung
to his clothing. He could only guess as to what kind of crazy
concoction it was. These
scientists weren't passive like the ones in the other room. Two of them
had guns and the other had
no qualms about hurling around acid and other chemicals. Fortunately,
he was hidden beneath the
maze of lab tables but still. They had guns, dammit!
Glass shattered against
the wall behind him, the stench of chlorine washing over him. His eyes
began to water.
"Who sent you here?" One
scientist demanded, stalking around the body of one of his peers. He
leveled his gun and fired.
Steel splinters erupted
as the table was demolished. Ken felt a sudden pain shoot through the
side of his forehead. Blood
began to pour from the wound.
Ken hurriedly ducked behind
another table. The gun he'd stolen from one of the security guards
had long since run out of
bullets and unless he approached his enemies, his claw would be
useless.
"Where the hell is Yohji?"
he thought as another shot rang through the air. This one was a bit
too close for comfort.
Crawling through the mess
of lab tables, Ken desperately tried to avoid getting hit. Shots were
ringing out all over the
place while thrown while loose chemicals were befouling the lab
something nasty. Not to
mention the fact that the computers at the terminal on the other side of
the room were beeping loudly
and incessantly.
He had to do something.
He was hidden fairly well but the way things were being abolished, there
probably wasn't going to
be much left for him to hide behind.
Ken groped his hand about
on the table above him, searching for something, for anything that he
could use. His hand closed
around a beaker. He grabbed it. It was filled with a yellow liquid
that was smoking.
He stuck his head out and
quickly ducked as three gunshots fired in rapid succession. Ken hurled
the beaker in the general
direction of his enemies.
"My experiment!"
His hand closed around a
test tube and he threw it also. If they had no hesitations about
flinging around dangerous
chemicals, then why should he?
"Stop you fool! These are
dangerous!"
Ken snorted as he flung
another beaker, this one containing an angry red mixture.
"No, not the red beaker!"
~B*O*O*M~
The room damn well exploded.
Computers crashed, literally, glass shattered, experiments ruptured and
all lab equipment flew.
Ken covered his head as
he darted out from the collapsing table he'd been hiding under. His sole
thought was 'Oops.' His
mom really had been right. Playing with dangerous chemicals was, well,
quite dangerous. Especially
now that the lab was on fire.
He was rocked back against
the wall by a sharp kick in the stomach.
"What the hell did you do?!"
the scientist screamed, lunging towards Ken.
Ken gasped but managed to
unsheathe his claws. In the distance, over the chaotic clamor, he
could hear Yohji calling
his name.
Two rapid swipes sent the
man flailing into a mess of flaming table and broken microscopes.
Ken rushed through the debris,
glass crunching beneath his boots. He could make out Yohji's
figure through the smoke.
He coughed as he ran, the stench of clotting mixtures and toxic
chemicals filtering into
the smoky air.
"Come on Ken!" Yohji yelled,
snapping his wire shut. "This place is a fucking mess!"
"Are they all dead?" he
panted.
Yohji grabbed his hand,
dragging him over flaming rubble. "Yeah! Now let's go!"
He followed Yohji, coughing
violently. His eyes were aching and his forehead was throbbing.
"Your head's bleeding,"
Yohji said as they ran down the halls.
Ken could barely hear him
over the shriek of the fire alarm. He could hear people screaming in
the club upstairs. "It's
nothing!" he wheezed out between coughs. "I guess we didn't have to
pull the fire alarm afterall!"
"We still have to set the
explosives," Yohji replied, pulling Ken into a small bathroom at the
end of the hall. "The last
lab was destroyed but the other three are still intact."
Ken nodded as he leaned
against a stall door. He felt strangely dizzy. He could hear Yohji
talking as he worked on
the explosives but the words weren't registering. He stared straight
ahead at his reflection
in the dirty mirror. Blood was streaking from his head, trailing down
his cheek. He looked quite
crappy.
"There." Yohji stood up
and dusted his hands off. "We've got plenty of time to get out of
here."
Ken frowned as his reflection
began to waver.
"Hey, are you okay? Ken?
Ken!"
**********
Ken opened his eyes, half
expecting the foul reek of strange chemicals and smoky wreckage. He
was greeted with no such
thing. All he could smell was the faint scent of the vanilla candles
that Yohji kept in their
apartment.
"You awake?"
Ken blinked and slowly sat
up. The slight motion sent his head into a frenzied rush. He fell
back against the sofa. "My
head," he groaned dramatically, squeezing his eyes shut. "I think my
brains got mashed."
Yohji snickered. "Won't
be the first time. Here, take this."
He cracked open an eye and
accepted the Aspirin and glass of water. "What happened?" he asked,
after nosily swallowing
the pill and a gulp of water.
Yohji sat down on the edge
of the sofa, beside his lap. "You passed out in the bathroom. I think
the fumes got to you." He
reached out and gently tapped Ken's head. "You're lucky the bleeding
stopped here. I thought
you were going to need stitches."
"I'm just glad you brought
your car," Ken muttered, touching his wound. He caught Yohji's eye.
"So mission accomplished?"
"Yeah, mission accomplished."
Yohji shook his head. "You sure did a number on that last lab."
Ken had to smile. "I threw
this beaker of weird red stuff and the whole lab practically blew up.
I couldn't think of anything
else to do. They had guns and one of them kept throwing all these
test tubes of chlorine and
acids and stuff at me."
"Creative strategy," Yohji
remarked. "I like that."
"What happened to you anyways?
You sure took your time coming to help me."
Yohji shrugged. "What can
I say, security guards are big men. But the mission is over so why
worry about it?" He smiled
slyly. "The night's still young, Kenken."
Ken studied the blond warily.
He'd been hoping that Yohji would have forgotten about the sudden
lust he'd acquired for him.
"Well I've got a pretty bad headache, so I'll be going to sleep
soon," Ken replied, making
a production of yawning. "I've gotta get up early tomorrow to coach the
kids."
Yohji raised an eyebrow.
"Your headache wouldn't be so bad if you hadn't been drinking."
"I'm allowed to drink,"
Ken said defensively. "Don't patronize me, Yohji. You drink all the time."
"I can hold my liquor while
you can't," Yohji countered. "But I don't mind having a drink with
you now." He smirked, long
fingers coming to rest upon Ken's knee. "You're pretty sexy when you're
under the influence."
Ken shoved Yohji's hand
away. "Would you stop? I'm sick of playing these stupid games with you."
"I'm not playing any games
Ken," Yohji answered. "If this is complicated, it's because you're making
it so."
"You're blaming this on
me?" Ken stared at him incredulously. "I don't believe your friggin'
conceit! What did you think
I was going to do, hop into bed with you at the first possible
moment? I'm not one of those
trashy bimbos you date!"
"I'm aware of that." He
reached out and gently brushed away a shock of brown hair from warm
skin. "I want you and you
want me. It's really that simple, Ken."
"It isn't that simple at
all!" Ken exploded, jerking away from Yohji's gentle touch. "One minute
you're dating girls and
the next you want to sleep with me? What the hell is that?"
"I've always been bisexual,"
Yohji replied, trying to be patient. His libido wasn't allowing him
the luxury of patience,
though. More than anything, he just wanted to drag Ken to his bedroom
and fuck him straight for
a few nights. But Ken was his teammate and he deserved special
attention. Or at least convincing.
"This isn't natural!" Ken
wailed, rubbing at his forehead.
"Sex is the most natural
thing in the world," Yohji declared. "And it feels *so* good. If you
weren't a virgin, you'd
know that."
"I'm not talk-ing about
s-sex," Ken sputtered, his face heating up. "I'm talking about you and
me. I'm not your type at
all! Your dates are always so beautiful and elegant. If anything, Aya's
your type, not me."
"I don't want Aya," Yohji
told him succinctly. "He's beautiful, yeah, but I want you."
"Why?" Ken demanded. "What
the hell can you possibly see in me?"
Yohji leered. He loved getting
Ken all riled up. "I like my boys stupid and clumsy."
"WHAT?!"
"And," Yohji continued blithely.
"with a tight ass and sweet mouth. You feel right in my mouth Ken. I want
you. Badly."
Ken was blushing, partly
in anger and partly in embarrassment but he was determined to remain
firm. He knew just how much
of a sweet-talker Yohji could be and he wasn't about to let a few
lame compliments sway him.
He was not going to sleep with Yohji and that was that! "It's all
lust. Go find someone else,
Yohji. I'm not interested."
Yohji grabbed hold of Ken's
chin, bringing the younger boy's face inches from his own. Wide
coffee eyes stared back
at him. "It's been four months Ken. Four fucking months. That's how long
I've waited. I'm not patient
and I'm sick of waiting. Fucking other people isn't an option
because I want you and only
you. And..." He hovered over Ken's mouth, tasting Ken's breath flow
into his own. "You want
me too. Admit it."
"I don't want you," Ken
whispered raggedly.
His lips barely touched
Ken's. "Not at all?"
Quivering lips parted. "No,"
Ken murmured, closing his eyes. "Not at all."
It took great restraint
but Yohji pulled away. He smirked. Breaching Ken's scant and virginal
defenses was entirely too
easy. Yohji had to prove his point before he could give in to rampant
desire. Ken wanted him.
It was blatantly obvious. He just needed to admit it and then they could
move on to the fun stuff.
Ken opened his eyes and
blinked confusedly when he wasn't kissed. He saw Yohji's smug smirk and
his temper flared. "You
bastard!" he snarled, glaring. "Stop toying with me!"
Yohji desperately wanted
to kiss Ken. The boy was hot when he was angry. "How about we make a deal?"
Ken's anger gave way to
suspicion. He narrowed his eyes. "What kind of deal?"
"If I win, you spend the
night with me. If you win, I leave you alone."
"Leave me alone?" Ken parroted,
looking hopeful.
Yohji nodded, straightfaced.
"At least until tomorrow night."
"Yohji!"
"Well you never know," he
replied, hiding a smile. "Between now and tomorrow, I might decide that
Aya really is my type."
Ken snorted. "So what do
I have to do?"
"It's simple," Yohji responded.
"I kiss you and if, at the end of it, you want me to stop, then
you win. But if I make you
hot and you want me to continue, then I win."
"You'll never win," Ken
scoffed. "I'm not attracted to you in the least."
Yohji smirked at Ken's naivety.
The boy had no idea of what he was getting himself into. He
could have mentioned a few
memorable moments when Ken had been more than attracted to him but he
didn't. No point in gloating
quite yet. There would be ample time for that, amongst other
things, later. Right now,
it was time to lure Ken into a false sense of security. "All you have to
do is tell me that you don't want me to continue. Easy enough?"
"You aren't going to do
anything funny, are you?" Ken asked skeptically.
"Like what? Tell a joke?"
"Very funny. I mean, you're
not going to...you know...try anything...uh..." Ken trailed off at a
loss, tugging at his bangs.
"Try what?" Yohji prodded,
swallowing the urge to snicker.
"Oh nevermind!" Ken huffed.
He scowled at the blond. "But you're not kissing me here on the
sofa. I don't want you flinging
yourself on top of me."
Yohji stood. "Your choice,
lover boy."
"Oh shut up!" Ken shuffled
to his feet and wavered slightly. "You should feel ashamed for taking advantage
of me when I'm in this weakened state!"
Yohji slid his arm around
Ken's waist, steadying him. "I'm taking advantage of you *because* you're
in this weakened state."
"Bastard."
He squeezed Ken's ass. "Sexy."
Ken yanked himself away
from Yohji. "Go to hell."
Yohji took off his shades
and tossed them onto the coffee table. He cast a sultry gaze upon the brunette.
"Alright then Kenken. Where do you want to do this?"
Ken looked away, fidgeting.
"In the kitchen," he muttered finally, looking pouty. "I'm still thirsty."
Yohji winked. "Kinky."
The younger boy glared daggers
at him and stamped into the kitchen. Yohji strolled in after him,
watching his ass. Too bad
they'd changed from their clubbing clothing into their assassin gear. He
missed the sight of Ken clad in that hot, little number.
Yohji leaned against the
fridge and watched as Ken hastily drank down a glass of milk. He could
feel himself getting hard. Milk was all too reminiscent of cum and the
way Ken was gulping it down, bordered on definite erotica.
"Do you have to watch me
like that?" Ken snapped, refilling his glass. He took a hearty swig,
glowering at Yohji over
the glass's rim.
Warm lips curved into a
sensual smile. "I was just thinking about you giving me a blowjob."
Ken choked. Murder marked
his face but he said nothing. He merely coughed and finished the rest of
his milk.
"Ready Kenken?" Yohji asked,
leering.
Ken wiped his mouth with
the back of his hand. "Do your worst," he bit out, dark eyes flashing.
Yohji stalked towards him,
crowding him up against the kitchen table. "Nuh uh," he murmured,
reaching out to touch Ken's
moist mouth. "I'm going to do my very best."
"Yohji-" Ken began, his
breath tickling Yohji's fingers. He looked uncertain, his confidence slipping
at the secure assurance in Yohji's tone.
"One kiss," he said softly,
tracing the curve of Ken's bottom lip. "That's the deal."
"Do it then," Ken whispered,
his eyes luminous in the dim kitchen light.
Yohji seized Ken into his
arms and grabbed his ass, bringing their bodies firmly together. Ken
gasped and squirmed, inadvertently
sparking an erotic friction between their hips. Yohji roughly
ground himself upon the
other boy's pelvis, breathing heavily into his ear. He could feel Ken's
heart beating rapidly and
it was all good.
"You said no funny business!"
Ken gasped out, pupils dilating.
Yohji shut him up with a
kiss. There was nothing soft and gentle about it, all pretenses were stripped.
It was openly carnal, meant solely to arouse. He scrubbed at Ken's mouth,
working his way inside and eating at the silky flesh. One hand caressed
Ken's ass while the other worked its way up into his T-shirt. Ken groaned
into the kiss as Yohji stroked and teased his nipples.
Ken wound his arms around
him. He kissed him back, his tongue writhing and twisting upon Yohji's.
Long fingers touched and caressed, then came down to meet at the brunette's
waist. Yohji nimbly unfastened Ken's jeans and shoved his hand inside.
Slender hips bucked as Yohji
groped hardening, hot flesh through soccer ball print boxer shorts.
His hand climbed into the
cotton material and he grasped Ken's penis. He fondled it, working his
hand up and down the smooth
member, bringing Ken to an erection.
Ken struggled against him,
no doubt wanting to protest about him employing the use of 'funny
business' but Yohji wasn't
about to let him go. His other hand tightened around the younger
boy's waist and he deepened
the kiss. His thumb slid upon the moist slit at the tip of Ken's member
while his fingers scraped and clutched at the rest of the turgid pole.
Kissing Ken and jerking
him off made Yohji *so* hard. He actually ached with lust, his cock *hurt*.
By no means was Yohji a selfish lover. Women especially loved him because
he was giving and had a high endurance. But at the moment, his endurance
was straining, along with his fucking dick, and he didn't want to wait.
He didn't want to seduce Ken slowly and thoroughly. What he wanted was
to fuck Ken. Hard and fast and rough. He wanted to take him and bite his
neck while he did it. He wanted Ken to suck him off and swallow his cum.Ken
managed to tear his mouth from Yohji's and a deep moan escaped from swollen
lips. Brown eyes were clenched shut as shaky hands clung to the kitchen
table behind him. His hips undulated frantically in Yohji's hand.
Yohji tightened his grip
on Ken's cock and slowed down the pace. He breathed heavily against the
other boy's feverish cheek. "Shall I stop?"
Liquidy eyes burst open.
"Y-yes..." Ken stuttered, his chest heaving.He moved his mouth to the slender
curve of Ken's neck and sucked with parted lips. Yohji slid his hand up
Ken's penis and began to fondle his testicles. "Are you sure Ken?" He licked
his way back up to bruised lips and gnawed hungrily at the corner of Ken's
mouth.
"Uhhh!" Ken cried out, his
hips arching wildly. "Oh God...I think...Yohji faster! Please...!"
Yohji groaned and forced
himself to let go of Ken. He managed to step back, even as his entire body
ached with sensual heat.Ken whimpered, slouching weakly against the kitchen
table. His jeans were gaping open, throbbing erection damp with pre-cum
poking through crumpled clothing. He looked so sexy, face flushed and eyes
accusing.
"Do you want me Ken?" Yohji
demanded, shoving a shaky hand through his hair. Shit, he was losing
control!
Hurt and anger pooled over
lust as the soccer player realized he'd lost. "Yohji-"
"Say it!" Yohji's voice
was harsh with impatience and frustration but he couldn't help it.
Desire was staining him
and there wasn't anything else left. "I want you," he tried to amend.
"This is gonna feel so good
Ken. You know it, so just tell me that you want me too. I can't
wait, Ken. You're too fucking
hot. Say it. Say you want me." He reached out and sloshed his finger around
the drooling tip of the younger boy's stiff length. Yohji licked his finger,
tasting lust and sex and Ken.
It was enough as he knew
it would be.
"I want you," Ken relented,
his eyes falling shut again. "You win Yohji. Just do it."
Yohji shoved his mouth onto
the brunette's and rubbed his pelvis roughly upon the hips straining
against him. Ken's naked
cock kissed his own solid bulge, friction welling in the loose air
between their tense bodies.
"In my room," Yohji panted,
trying unsuccessfully to stop grinding. He had wanted to go slow and seduce
Ken, to linger over him and introduce him to sex gently. He hadn't expected
that Ken would make him so horny. Here he was, nearly ready to blow his
load after only jerking Ken off!
"I've gotta go slow," he
thought to himself, pulling away from Ken. "It's his first time."
Easier said than done.
Yohji grabbed Ken and dragged
him into his room. He wasted no time in stripping the younger boy and shoving
him onto his bed. He nudged tanned legs apart and looked down at Ken.
"Stop it, Yohji!" Ken cried,
squirming. His face was floridly flushed, jagged bangs sweeping into his
eyes.
He ignored the boy's protests.
Afterall, he'd wanted to see Ken naked ever since that bathroom incident,
four months ago. He looked so much better in reality than he did in Yohji's
fantasies. Ken's body was toned from playing soccer, though on the wiry
side. Thin chest, slender hips,
long legs and a pulsing
cock. He looked good enough to eat and Yohji definitely wanted some.
Yohji's room was cooler than the rest of his apartment and that, long with
his scrutiny of Ken's body, had made the younger boy's erection flag a
bit. Yohji knelt between spread legs and
fisted Ken's penis, working
the smooth flesh back into hardness. Ken cried out, tears seeping from
beneath closed lids. He clutched at the dark blue coverlet with bone-white
fingers.
Pre-cum began to ooze from
the tight slot as Yohji pumped Ken harder and with quicker strokes.
He spread the clear fluid
around the fleshy head and upward, coating the solid shaft.
"Shit Yohji!" Ken panted,
his hips thrusting into the wet, tight hole of Yohji's fist. "Faster!
I...haahh...I'm gonna cum..."
"Not yet," Yohji muttered
thickly, letting go of Ken. He slid forward until he was on top of the
soccer player, their erections pressing maddeningly together. He caressed
the side of Ken's face. "Not until I'm inside you."
Ken leaned into his hand,
thrusting his pelvis upwards. His hand tangled onto Yohji's shirt. "Why
aren't you naked too?"
Yohji groaned at Ken's artless
question. He seized parted lips for a brief, bruising kiss. Indeed, why
wasn't he naked? His jeans were constricting painfully. Screw waiting and
prolonging and all that shit. Both of them were too far gone to wait. Ken
wanted him and he
absolutely wanted Ken and
that was more than enough. He forced himself off the bed and quickly
yanked off his shirt. "Are you ready Ken?"
"What the hell do you think?"
Ken snapped, wriggling helplessly upon the bed, his cheeks scarlet. "I
feel like I'm gonna burst, you bastard!"
Yohji would have smirked
if he hadn't been so friggin' aroused. The way Ken was gyrating and moaning
on his bed certainly wasn't helping matters. He kicked off his jeans and
snatched up the small jar of massage oil from his dresser. "Sit up," he
ordered curtly.
Ken slowly sat up. "You're
big," he gulped, huge eyes riveted on his erection Yohji didn't reply.
He was desperately trying to contain his libido, which was nearly bursting
at the seams. Ken was a virgin. He had to prepare him and go slow and make
certain that
everything was perfect.
The last thing he wanted was to spoil his record and not please Ken. He'd
never cum before a partner in sex and he wasn't about to start now.
He slipped onto the bed and arranged himself so that Ken was sitting in
front of him, between
his bent, spread legs. His
cock jerked against the crack of Ken's ass. Ken twisted his head
around to look at him. "Yohji?" he asked, his voice uncertain. His
hands reached around to rub at Ken's nipples. "Look in front of you," he
murmured, lapping
at the brunette's neck.
Ken faced forward. About a couple of feet in front of Yohji's bed was his
dresser. The dresser
had a mirror and it was
large, reflecting the bed perfectly. The image of him sitting naked and
aroused between Yohji's long legs was all too clear. Ken blushed furiously
and squeezed his eyes shut. "Yohji!"
"I want you to watch us,
Ken," he purred throatily, twisting tight buds between his fingertips.
"I want you to see everything
that I'm going to do to you."
Ken was breathing harshly,
his chest surging. His penis twitched and ached, balls heavy with unfulfilled
lust.
"Open your eyes," Yohji
demanded, fighting the urge to grind against the soft curve of Ken's ass.
"And bend your knees."
Ken did so and his blush
deepened as Yohji grasped his knees and spread his legs wide apart. Everything
was imitated in the mirror. It was wrong to look and yet so compelling.
Ken found himself watching as Yohji's long hands lingered on his thighs,
touching his waist.Yohji tore his hands away from searing skin and managed
to uncork the glass jar of oil. With
fingers well coated, he
recorked the jar and tossed it aside. He dipped his hand down between
quivering legs and prodded
beneath Ken's balls until he found his entrance. Yohji rubbed at the
tight ring of muscle and
slowly worked one oily finger inside.Ken grunted, tears stinging his eyes.
"It hurts," he bit out, his pelvis arching off the bed. With his
other hand, Yohji caught Ken's chin and kissed him hard, keeping his mind
off the pain. He fucked Ken with his mouth, his tongue scribbling all throughout
the smoldering pocket of wet flesh. Ken groaned and he kissed Yohji back,
their tongues squirming against each other. Yohji held his finger
firm, letting Ken get used to the invasion and then he gently slid it out.
He repeated the movement once more and added a second finger. Ken tensed
against him, his body slick. Yohji stilled his fingers and caressed heavy
balls with his thumb. Then he pushed his finger inside a tiny bit further,
stretching and lubing the tight hole. Adding a third, he struggled to go
as slow as possibly. Ken felt like liquid sex, hot and tight and quivering
around his fingers. He couldn't wait to fuck him, to shove his cock deep
into Ken.
"Oh God!" Ken cried, jerking
his mouth away from Yohji. His head fell back onto Yohji's shoulder as
he shuddered violently.
"Does it still hurt?" Yohji
panted, parting his fingers slightly. His marked a wet kiss onto Ken's
ear. "It'll feel good soon, I promise."
Ken moaned, his hips jerking.
"Just do it, Yohji. I can't wait any longer."
Yohji extracted his fingers
and fumbled for the jar of oil once again. He oiled his erection quickly
and sloppily, fighting the urge to linger over his own stiff flesh. Shit,
had he ever been this horny, this frantic to fuck before? And with Ken,
a fellow assassin, of all people.
The boy was driving him
crazy! He pulled Ken onto his lap, positioning him over his throbbing
erection. Yohji clenched his eyes
shut at the feel of Ken's
puckered opening touching the drooling tip of his cock. His fingers gripped
wells into Ken's hips as he guided the brunette ever so gradually onto
his engorged length. It was painful for both of them; Ken because he'd
never been ass-fucked before and Yohji
was big, and Yohji because
they were going so damn slow.The room was filled with harsh cries and heavy
breathing. Dark eyes met jade ones in the mirror as both assassins watched
themselves and each other.
"Am I...hurting you?" Yohji
managed to grit out, easing Ken further onto his slick pole.
"It's not that bad," Ken
whispered rigidly. "It'll get...better, right?"
"Hell yeah," Yohji groaned
as Ken swallowed another inch of his cock.
They were so close, just
a little bit further...
Yohji cried out in pleasure
as his hips reflexively bucked, impaling the younger boy completely.
His balls smacked the bottom
of Ken's ass. Ken was taut and silky around him. He sheathed him
like watery satin, so smooth
and deep. Ken winced at the sudden, sharp thrust and fumbled to clutch
at the bed sheets in order to keep
his balance. The slight
movement caused his pelvis to arch off Yohji's lap as he grasped blindly
behind him. The hard shaft buried inside him shifted also and Ken nearly
screamed when it rubbed against something deep in him. Yohji chose that
moment to wrap his hand around his weeping erection.
Ken did scream then. "Holy
fuck!" He thrust down upon Yohji, hitting that same spot again. His vision
exploding into a myriad of bright colors. Wave after wave of blistering
pleasure engulfed him, dripping into his veins like molten ecstasy. This
was like nothing he'd ever felt before,
so intense and shattering.
"Ken!" Yohji growled out,
jerking Ken's cock roughly. Ken was practically fucking him! "Slow
down!" His other hand snaked
around the younger boy's waist, stilling him. "You'll hurt
yourself!"
"I don't care," Ken whined,
withering helplessly. "It feels so good!"
Wasn't that the truth. Ken
taking the lead was unexpected, lusciously so. Not to mention that his
every move was reflected in the mirror. The way he was thrashing about,
red-faced and sweaty...
Yohji plunged upwards, his
penis jerking against Ken's prostate. They both groaned.
"Again," Ken panted, turning
his head to bury it against the curve of Yohji's jaw. "Harder."
Yohji repeated the motion,
squeezing his fist around Ken's cock. He stared at the mirror, watching
Ken bounce on his lap. It was above sensual, watching Ken on his lap, being
banged into. The brunette was so open and innocent, his every emotion plastered
across his face.
Ken let out a hoarse cry
as a particularly rough thrust rocked him forward. Yohji was doing him
hard now, plunging in and
out. He could hear the oil-slicked length slip in and out of his stretched
anus. Ken didn't care if he got hurt or not; nothing remained but this
velvet-searing, screaming passion. He met Yohji's thrusts, pushing himself
roughly upon the blond. Long fingers
worked Ken's erection, pumping
him so fast he thought he would surely break. He looked at himself in the
mirror and could feel something churning and splintering inside of him.
Fracturing like a light bulb.
Yohji was practically screaming
with pleasure. Ken was riding him, his constricting anal passage ingesting
his turgid length. It was too much, this lust that was so intensely poignant.
It crawled into him, shuddering and expanding, folding into itself. Somewhere,
in a small pocket of
rationality, he knew that
he was being too rough. He was supposed to go slow, to be gentle. He knew
it and couldn't stop it, this hysterical passion that was eating him. He
rolled his hips, jabbing into Ken in tight, little circles. Ken slammed
down onto him, his
ass slapping Yohji's scrotum.
Smooth cheeks were tear stained as Ken bit into Yohji's neck, the sensitive
skin just beneath his ear. Ken's cock was so wet in his hand as he yanked
him almost violently.
Once again their gazes met
in the mirror, eyes passion glazed. One last series of stabbing shoves,
feverish skin grinding, and it was too much. Ken came first, his body strung
taut, creamy semen splattering over Yohji's hand and the coverlet. He sobbed
harshly, biting his lips
so hard that he drew blood.
Watching Ken orgasm was more than enough for Yohji to blow his load. He
shot copious amounts of
cum deep into Ken, gasping
as sheer pleasure surged into him. It lasted an eternity and not long enough.
Ken collapsed flaccidly against him, his body soft and sweaty. Gentle
pants and cries filled the room, mingling with the heady scent of sweat
and sex.
Occasionally, some sated
limb would twitch as they attempted to steady their heavy breathing. Yohji
sighed quietly as his heart rate decelerated. He lifted Ken off his lap
and lightly shoved him off the bed. He slid off the bed and tossed the
stained bedspread onto the floor.
"Are you okay?" he whispered,
lifting Ken's chin so that dark coffee eyes would meet his own.
"Did I hurt you?"
Even now, after all they'd
done, a light crimson stained Ken's cheeks. "I'm okay, Yohji."
He kissed Ken softly, a
delicate gesture that was so unlike what they'd just shared. "Was I okay?"
Ken nodded, and to his delight,
wrapped his arms around his neck. "Yeah, I guess."
Yohji snorted as he tugged
Ken into bed with him. "Is that all you can say?"
Shadowy eyes stared up at
him. "I didn't know sex could be like that."
"Only with me," Yohji boasted,
smoothing down crumpled brown locks.
Ken rolled his eyes as he
snuggled into Yohji's arms. "You're still a jerk."
"And you're still cute."
He kissed Ken one last time. "Good night Ken."
"Good night Yohji."
**********
Yohji had never been much
of a heavy sleeper. He was awake the minute Ken sat up and slipped out
of his bed. He watched with heavy-lidded eyes as the brunette padded stiffly
across his room and out onto his balcony. The cool, night wind ruffled
brown locks as Ken shut the balcony door shut behind him.
Yohji glanced at his alarm
clock. It read 3:08.
He smiled slightly. There
was still plenty of time to teach Ken some new things. The last thing Yohji
wanted was Ken regretting having sex with him. Chances were, Ken was probably
blaming himself and cursing Yohji.
He slid out of his bed and
followed his lover. It felt good to finally be able to call Ken his lover.
So much time had passed and now fantasy was reality, desire tangible. It
was even better than he'd hoped. Ken had been utterly delicious, so sweet
and hot. Yohji certainly wasn't about
to give Ken up just because
he was having a few doubts.
The night was cool and the
younger boy was shivering, clad only in his crumpled soccer ball boxers.
Silently, Yohji approached
the younger boy and pulled him into his arms. "Cold?" he murmured, his
lips falling upon Ken's ear.
Ken stiffened as a shudder
wracked through his body. "Let go of me," he commanded, his voice icy.
"Now why would I do that?"
he asked, tracing the soft curve of Ken's jaw with his tongue.
Silently, he cursed. Back
to square one.
"You had your fun with me,"
Ken replied, his voice a bit breathless. "Leave me alone!"
Yohji pulled back slightly
and looked at the soccer player. "Are you saying that you didn't have any
fun? You practically fucked me, Ken."
Obviously Ken wasn't expecting
that. He grew flustered. "I didn't...I'm not..."
Yohji kissed him hard, stopping
the flow of broken thoughts effortlessly. Yohji loved it when Ken was nervous.
He found Ken's uneasiness towards relationships and his embarrassment to
sex, endearing. It made him want to kiss Ken. And then have hot sex with
him. Like the sex of a few hours ago.
Ken's mouth was pliant and
he kissed Yohji back, though whether it was from anger or lust, Yohji didn't
know. Nor did he care. French kissing Ken was too luscious to worry about
nonsensical details.
He deepened their kiss,
entwining his tongue around hot flesh. Deftly, he slipped his hand into
Ken's boxers.
Ken jerked his mouth away,
a tiny shriek escaping raw lips.
Yohji smirked as he continued
to stroke rapidly-hardening flesh. Ken was hot and throbbing already.
"Why are...again...uhhh..."
Ken trailed off, moaning.
Yohji didn't reply. Instead,
he sank down to his knees and shoved wrinkled boxers aside. His scant ministrations
had paid off; Ken was damn hard. He curved his fingers around the base
of Ken's cock and bent his head. With drenched licks, he coated the turgid
flesh. Up one side and
down the other, over the
fleshy tip and dark veins. Yohji stroked at Ken's balls while gnawing gently
at the head of his erection.
Above him, Ken was panting
heavily, his fingers tangling in Yohji's hair. Ken let out a muffled shriek
when Yohji opened his mouth and swallowed him slowly. Inch after inch disappeared,
until Ken's entire penis was jammed in Yohji's mouth. He began to suck,
the insides of his cheeks squeezing the rigid cock tightly.
The act of sucking Ken off
made Yohji hard and very horny. He wanted to fuck Ken again; to shove himself
into Ken's tight ass and feel him clench around him. He wanted to jerk
Ken off while he came deep inside him. He wanted more sex with Ken; he
wanted to tie him up and have him at his mercy. Enough couldn't be enough
because there were so many things and it was too much.
It surprised him actually,
this seemingly endless lust he had for the soccer player. He had expected
to do Ken and then be rid of it. But his desire was still raging, as though
he hadn't just fucked Ken, and it demanded that he take the younger boy
in all positions and all styles and keep him. Even being with Asuka hadn't
been this intense and God only knew how many kinky things he had done with
her. Asuka had been as innocent as Ken. Yohji liked inexperienced
girls. He liked the dating and romancing, the gentle sex that came after.
It was sweet and pleasurable, just like a woman. Never once, though, had
he ever worked to fuck a man. For him, gay sex was free of emotion and
commitment. All of his homosexual encounters had been one-night stands.
Purely carnal, he engaged in male sex when he needed to be submissive;
to feel a hard cock enter his body and fuck him roughly. No questions and
no commitments. Just an overflow of testosterone and brutal, primal sex.
Without even knowing it,
Ken had changed all that. And without even knowing it himself, Yohji had
set out to seduce the soccer player. What did it mean, that he was willing
to wait for four months and that, now, he couldn't get enough? In the beginning,
when he had assumed that what he felt for Ken was merely passing, he'd
tangled with a bunch of male lovers. None had been able to help him forget
about Ken.
But he was submissive during
male sex, always the bottom, always taking it. Now his role had been reversed
and certainly none of his previous lovers had been a nervous, clumsy, inexperienced,
cutie like Ken. In fact, Ken was more like Asuka than anybody else.
Asuka had been his partners
for over a year before they'd finally making love. She hadn't wanted to
breach the line between friends and lovers but he'd wanted her so badly
and had been persistent. Eventually she'd been seduced and he had never
been able to get enough of her. He'd
fallen in love with her
before he knew it and her death still hurt. Losing her twice had been excruciatingly
painful and after the final battle with Schwartz, he'd been broken. Sex
had died, like she had. Bitter memories had remained, choking him as he
lost her twice.
And it hadn't been until
the smell of raspberry and lime shampoo and a half-naked Ken, that something
had awaken. Ken, who lived with him and fussed over him. Ken, who he'd
known for so long and had never once looked at in any type of sexual manner.
Ken, who he'd nearly coerced
into having sex with him.
What could it mean, this hold that the soccer play held on him so tightly?
Without warning, Ken came.
The milky fluid filled Yohji's mouth and he swallowed it all. He sucked
at Ken even after he stopped cumming. Ken moaned, his hands falling limply
from blond locks.
Yohji stood and fixed Ken's
boxers for him. Then he gathered the boneless, sated boy into his arms.
"You taste good," he murmured, his mouth pressed against rumpled brown
hair.
"Why did you do that?" Ken
mumbled, resting his head against Yohji's shoulder. "I thought before was
enough."
Yohji tightened his hold
on the younger boy. "I don't think I can get enough of you, Ken."
Ken blinked when he felt
Yohji's erection pressing upon his thigh. He looked up into jade-colored
eyes. "You're still hard," he whispered, cheeks red.
"I came here for you not
myself," Yohji replied, honestly. "I don't want you to regret having sex
with me, Ken. But," he smiled lasciviously. "if you wanna do me than I'm
not about to complain."
Chocolate eyes widened as
Ken bit his lower lip. Yohji had come to him only to give him pleasure.
Surely, he could do the same...couldn't he? "I don't think I can swallow
like you did," he muttered, finally.
Yohji carefully resisted
the urge to hoot. Ken was willing to get him off! "You don't have to give
me a blowjob."
"Then?"
"Jerk me off."
"Um..."
"Only if you want to," he
lied neatly.
"O-okay."
Yohji pulled away from him
and leaned against the balcony railing. He gave the younger boy a smoky
look. "Do it Ken," he ordered, his voice husky.
"But..." Ken fidgeted. "Should
I stand? Or kneel?"
"I don't care. Just do it!"
A picture that he'd once
seen came into his mind. Ken nodded. "Turn around."
That surprised Yohji. "What?"
"Turn around," he repeated,
feeling his face flush.
Yohji obeyed, a smirk etching
elegant features.
Ken pressed himself fully
against Yohji's back, clutching naked shoulders. He stood on his tiptoes
and, on impulse, kissed Yohji's neck.
"Shit," Yohji groaned, his
hands clenched on the balcony's railing. "What are you doing?"
"I saw this picture once,"
Ken whispered, rubbing his cheek against Yohji's smooth shoulder.
"There was a man and a lady
and they were standing on a balcony like this one. The lady was wearing
a long dress and the man was naked. The lady was hugging the man from behind
and you could see her hand reaching...down to...to touch him. It was the
first picture like that I'd ever seen before and it made me wish that I
was that man."
Yohji licked at his suddenly
dry lips. His heart was pounding desperately, nearly in sync with his aching
penis. Ken's innocent little story was, by far, the most erotic thing he'd
heard in a long while.
"But," Ken continued, before
he could say anything. "I never thought that I'd be in the lady's
position. I...I guess it
isn't that bad."
"It'd be better if you touched
me," Yohji muttered dryly. He would reflect on Ken's warming back up to
him later; right now he needed to cum. Urgently.
Ken slid one of his hands
down Yohji's chest, over his naval and to the waistband of black, silk
pajama bottoms. He shoved the soft pants down and moved his hand back to
Yohji's large erection. He lightly skimmed his fingertips over the pulsing,
thick flesh. He automatically jerked his
hand away when Yohji moaned
throatily.
"Again Ken," Yohji rasped
thickly. "Don't stop."
Ken brought his fingers
to Yohji's cock once more. He stroked the gushy tip, feeling the wet slit
with his thumb. Encouraged by Yohji's soft cries of pleasure, he wrapped
his hand around the stiff shaft. He began to slide his fist up and down,
at a slow, tentative pace. His other hand swept down to cup Yohji's heavy
testicles.
"Faster," Yohji urged breathlessly.
"And harder."
Ken upped the pace, pumping
Yohji with quick, jerky motions. He buried his face against Yohji's shoulder
and sighed. Surprisingly enough, touching Yohji so intimately was pretty
sexy. Yohji felt so alive and bursting and smooth in his palm. Ken sincerely
wanted to bring him to an orgasm. After everything they'd done, he knew
how good it would feel. Yohji was shoving into his hand, grunting.
Ken squeezed his fingers around Yohji's scrotum and yanked his penis harder.
He breathed hotly onto Yohji's shoulder and then, abruptly, Yohji
ejaculated. Creamy fluid
oozed onto his hand and coated the railing of the balcony.
"God Ken," Yohji panted
weakly, clutching at limply at the railing.
"Was that alright?" Ken
wondered, still sliding his sticky hand down wet flesh.
"How the fuck can you ask
that?" Yohji demanded, his chest heaving.
"I never did that before,"
Ken muttered, letting go of Yohji and stepping back. He wiped gooey fingers
on his boxer shorts. He didn't think he was quite ready for licking and
swallowing.
"No shit." Yohji straightened
his pants and faced Ken. "I can't believe you did that."
"Me either."
The wind swirled around
them as they stared silently at each other. Something shifted at that moment
and there was an awareness that nothing between them would ever be the
same again. Yohji reached out and curved his palm around Ken's cheek. The
younger boy sighed softly and leaned into the caress.
"You're really sexy, you
know that?"
Ken met green eyes. There
wasn't a hint of mocking or amusement in those depths. He frowned slightly.
"You cheated you know. You used funny business."
Yohji smirked as he caught
Ken's hand and led him back into the warmth of his bedroom. "And you're
glad that I did. Admit it."
Ken snapped the balcony
door shut behind him. "Get bent."
Yohji pulled the younger
boy back into bed with him. "I knew you'd be worth the wait," he murmured,
wrapping his arms around Ken.
"Cheater," he mumbled, resting
his head upon Yohji's chest. "Vile seducer of innocents."
"Shut up Ken."
Ken closed his eyes sleepily.
"Just wait until the morning. I'm gonna hit you."
Yohji smiled into the darkness.
Ken felt wonderful in his arms. He wasn't going to let him go now.